After the Mushroom Man left, the front of the shop erupted with bitter complaints.
Only after listening closely did Falga realize that everyone was worried about the number of Drama Shadow Boxes. Now that the Mushroom Man had bought one, how much stock did Breeze Magic Materials Shop have left?
This chorus of resentment allowed the two groups, who had originally been at odds, to reach a rare consensus. Yet that consensus was only temporary. Once they began discussing purchasing rights again, they returned to glaring at one another.
"What's this purchasing right about?" Falga asked curiously.
"It means exactly what it says. Too many people want to buy Drama Shadow Boxes, but Breeze Magic Materials Shop has imposed limited supplies, so this situation arose." Loki sighed. "However, these purchasing rights aren't recognized by the people at Breeze Magic Materials Shop. They were cooked up by those two groups outside."
According to Loki, over the past few days, Breeze Magic Materials Shop had begun selling Drama Shadow Boxes around the time dusk faded and night drew near.
According to the shop, anyone could buy one, but they had to queue up in order of arrival. The quantity for sale was limited, and once sold out, that was it.
"They call it fair queuing, but where is there any fairness in a Wizarding World where strength reigns supreme?" Loki shrugged. "Look at that Mushroom Man earlier, and those official wizards who came before him. They didn't enter the shop during the sales period at all, yet they still bought Drama Shadow Boxes without issue. This so-called fairness is merely put on display for apprentices like us."
"Do you think there's fairness among apprentices?"
Falga shook his head. "No."
"Exactly. There's no fairness among apprentices either." Loki pointed at the people from