Can a Good Woman Like Ash?

"I'm not sure if she's an Angel."

By the time Ash left the Clothing Store, he had changed into a whole new outfit from the inside out.

His injuries had healed back in the alley, but his clothes were stained with blood and mud. As luck would have it, there was a Clothing Store nearby that was partnered with Hiss as its spokesperson. Everyone only had to look up to see a giant advertisement of Hiss fully dressed on the mall's street-facing screen, so they went straight to the store for a free change of clothes. Naturally, Igula would not miss out on this zero-cost shopping spree, and he even helped Harvey spruce himself up a little.

As for the result, in Ash's words, "Harvey, I almost didn't recognize you after you put on clothes." After all that fuss, it was nearly dinnertime, so the four of them simply ate at the open-air balcony Dining Hall on the third floor of the mall.

Rose asked everyone once if they had any dietary restrictions, then immediately began ordering without asking for anyone's opinion. When Igula said he wanted to order too, she shot back, "Do you understand nutrition and this restaurant's best-reviewed dishes over the past thirty days?" "Do you know how to pair appetizers, main courses, and desserts?"

Igula still wanted to put up a bit of a fight, but Rose swept her gaze around the area and successively pointed out that other customers would soon suffer symptoms like urgent urination, gastrointestinal discomfort, and thirst due to improper dish pairings. He had nothing more to say and obediently handed over the right to order.

Ash and Harvey both found it novel. This was the first time they had seen someone suppress Igula in conversation. After all, the Fraudster was a