Irina was in the kitchen of the inn once more. The lady was kind enough to let us use the kitchen even though we had burnt a hole through one of her rooms. Well, I doubted she knew that.
Having carried me here, Irina told me just sit for today and handled the cooking on her own. I felt a little bad since she had called it a vacation and I was making her take care of me like this.
It wasn't like I had saved her or anything either, she only screamed because she was worried her room had gotten dirty.
While waiting, I tried to call the spirits toward me again, but hey just laughed and ignored all my requests. The small things I could do before like making a pebble hop was also impossible.
"It seems the spirits have gotten a bit too fond of your drunk self to pull any favors for you like this."
Titania said, sitting on the table in front of me as she flailed her legs up and back.
"The drunk Eugene was so unpretentious that he ended up becoming chosen by the spirits."
