"Ah, right there. That's right—just throw the Forget-Worry Grass directly into the fireplace on the left."
"I'm genuinely curious. How exactly were you able to peer into the interior? You could pinpoint my location as precisely as if you'd cast [Locate]."
Tang Qi tossed the Forget-Worry Grass into the fireplace to burn it, while Ponto and the others stored the excess Forget-Worry Grass in the warehouse.
"Ah, how should I explain it? It is probably a kind of tactile sensation. Every room you pass through is one of my organs," the inn said. "Just as you can always feel the corresponding pain when your finger is injured. Of course, if you find the idea of sleeping inside my body too disgusting, I can phrase it differently."
The inn's voice blanketed the entire front hall.
"That's fine. I think I understand. So no matter what we do in the rooms, you can immediately notice it?"
"Yes. So sometimes, I inevitably overhear private matters. But if those are guests' private affairs, I will respect them and keep them secret—though if possible, please choose somewhere secluded when exchanging secrets.
"Of course, aside from the guest rooms, the attic remains open at all times. If you need to rehearse a play and do not wish to be watched, you may go to the attic.
"At present, there are only your two groups of guests in the inn. The attic schedule will automatically update on the notice board in the front hall. Please make reasonable use of your time.
"Due to the lack of staff, the inn currently does not offer ordering services. You may visit the Sadness Gathering to sample the delicious Crying-Face Cake."
The seasoned innkeeper always arranged everything flawlessly. Tang Qi believed that, many years ago, when the Ebony Forest had still