A place where travelers could eat, sleep, drink, and rest.

That was what an inn was.

Some guests stayed just one night, others came daily for cheap liquor. It wasn’t luxurious in the slightest, but precisely because of that, it was comfortable. If someone asked me whether I’d prefer to sleep in a nobleman’s guest chamber lined with silk or in an inn like this, of course, I’d choose the nobleman’s chamber.

But since that was never the case, I went upstairs to a room and tried to get some sleep. It was comfortable enough, though the bedding smelled a bit like spit. People can tolerate their own smell, but not someone else’s. That’s human nature.

I threw the pillow aside and used my arm as a pillow.

“……”

Staring up at the damp ceiling soaked with rainwater, a thought crossed my mind. This place was the Villain Inn. An inn where good people couldn’t survive.