It seems the Ferrum rumors are true.

　It's the evening salon, a time for friends to gather and relax.
　Normally, the atmosphere is relaxed and lively, but on the contrary, Elsa cut in with a serious expression on her face.

　The group of adventurers, merchants and spirits all huddled together and looked at Elsa.

'So does that mean that paper in general is going to skyrocket?
I have no doubt about that.
I see. ......
I've looked at past examples and made some calculations about what might happen. Ena.
I've talked to several buyers and we've come up with a ballpark figure.

　Multiple buyers are becoming more and more important.

The iconic ...... story about toilet paper going up to about 2,000 piro per roll.
High!
'What?　That much?

　It was me and Sakura who raised our voices first.
　We are Japanese.
　We felt that toilet paper was cheap and could be used for free in public toilets.
　It cost 2,000 piro (yen) a roll.

I realized that life in this world depends on the dungeon.
'I knew you didn't want that one, but thanks ......, Elsa.

　Sakura thanked Elsa for her help.
　She didn't know about the oil crisis itself (which again gave me a culture shock) and called it an exaggeration when she saw the large amount of toilet paper, but when she heard that it cost 2,000 piro per roll, she was dressed to thank me.

'Ah!'
What's going on?
I have paper for Genesis.
That's okay. I've got enough for one year. For Sakura-san.
'Really?　Thank you. I'll get the money later.
Yes, sir.

　Sakura turned pale when she realized she was in trouble, and Elsa got ahead of it.

　Sakura thanked Elsa, and that made us closer.

　I turned around and pointed the water at Eve, who was chewing on a carrot by herself without a care in the world.

'Take care of yourself, Eve.
A rabbit?
Yeah, you see Kalifornium every day now?　That's the worst place to be if something happens to you.

　It is, after all, a place that produces money.

　If no new gold was produced at all, business would cease.
　It's not impossible to get by with bartering, but the confusion is nothing compared to other dungeons.

''Don't worry then, you and the rabbit are soul mates.
"Soulfriends?
We've had a lot of low-level bad language today.
That 'low level' isn't referring to anyone in particular!

　I went into it in a big way.
　It's a complicated feeling to have people get excited about swearing at you without your knowledge.

　But, well.

　If we're that close, well, it's okay.
　I strongly defend my own particulars, otherwise I don't care.

　It's a common trait among spirits, and Eve is a lot like it.
　'It'll be fine, I thought.

'But that's the thing about lingering, isn't it? I've stocked up on all sorts of paper thanks to Elsa, but we're a big family, so we can't keep it forever.
That's all right. I can handle it.
'Auldurm?　What do you mean, don't leave it to me?　Does that mean you're going to pay for my paper with gold?
That's just too much work. What do you want me to do?

　Aurum held up her hand.
　Then something clear, golden and flat appeared in the palm of her hand.

　It looked like an A4 sheet of paper. ......

...... What's this?
I'm Auldurm, okay?　It's golden, of course.
The Gold.
The gold leaf.
Kinpaku.
If there's no paper, why don't you just wipe it down with gold leaf?
What is it with Antoinette?　I'd still rather burn bills for lights.

　What kind of ass, ass, in gold leaf?

　What kind of a super-rich person is that?

What do you think, my ass looks better?

　A line of questionable dialogue self-replicating in my brain, no.

'Meramela said if you want the paper, I'll put it out.'
'Thank you!　But that's a straight up no-no!

　Melamella--Phosforus.

　The spirit of Phosforas, which makes paper money drop.
　Sure, it's paper too, but it's still bad.

......
Hmm?　What's up with the vanadium?

　Tugging on my hem, Vanadium summoned her dungeon monster, the fluff.
　It popped and a small amount of water gushed upwards like a fountain.

'Hmm?　Um, what do you mean?
...... (chickie)

　Vanadium pointed at my ass.
　Um, .......

'I guess that means they're going to wash up.

　Sakura explained.

'What?　Oh, you're going to wash my butt?
...... (nationally)

　Vanadium nodded repeatedly, "Huns! I snorted, "I'm sorry.

'Thanks,'

　I didn't pout and patted Vanadium's head.
　Vanadium happily clung to me.
　No, I wanted to poke at it, but I didn't want to let the genie have a washlet!　Or something.

　But Vanadium is still a better compliment, because it's better to praise her.
　She's slightly spoiled, but she's still better off doing so.

'Oh, if you ask Mr. Arsenick, he'll give you lots of flowers. And smell them too.
'Thank you Emily, but that's not what I'm talking about.

　A series of outrageous stories, spurred by a ton of degrees because the spirits themselves do it in the first place.

　The spirits themselves participate in it, the great comedy.

　The great comedy of how to clean your ass with the spirits.

　The nighttime salon went off on a grand tangent from the first story, and the evening's salon was filled with such silly stories.