"Sir, here is your experience voucher. Please keep it safe."
A shop assistant dressed in a maid outfit held a golden tray. A row of cards rested on it, and she took one out and handed it to the gentleman who had gotten up shortly after six and queued for it.
The shop assistant's respect—even reverence—made him extremely happy, with a touch of nervousness mixed in.
The Federation was a country that pursued freedom of mind and body. In this country, a person could starve to death, but would never do anything that went against their wishes or degraded themself.
At least, most people were like that. The lower their status, the more so.
Someone had once commented on the people of the Federation's various social classes. In the end, their opinions had all been the same: the lower classes had "harder bones"! This did not simply refer to the bones in their bodies, but to their backbone. There would always be people who made desperate and pessimistic choices when driven to the end of the road. The upper class, on the other hand, would immediately change sides as soon as they sensed danger.
That was also why so few people in the Federation used honorifics. The Charter said that everyone was equal, so why should I be treated as inferior to you? When the beautiful shop assistant used an honorific, he truly felt a sense of satisfaction and joy.
As he watched the shop assistant turn and walk toward the next passerby waiting in line for the experience, he wished time could linger here a little longer.
Fortunately, she had given him a small card, and his gaze focused on it.
It was a pure-black card with a matte finish. A smooth gold-plated border surrounded it, and unlike ordinary