After failing the seventh saint assessment, Su Mi received twelve gold coins and a euphemistic "Your magic is of no use."
Others felt sorry for her, but she spent the night calculating how many years she could spend on her severance pay, then turned around and bought a suspiciously cheap old hotel in the distant Blue Wa town.
The roof is leaking, the window frames are leaking, there is an eccentric elf living in the kitchen stove, and there is a mysterious tenant hiding in the attic who refuses to show his face and insists on paying for his meals with buttons. What's even more troublesome is that every time the evening bell, which has been abandoned for many years, rings on its own, some guests who are lost on strange roads will appear outside the hotel door.
Some people want to have a peaceful sleep without nightmares, some want to store their hometown that cannot be taken away, and some people have traveled for a long time just to have another bite of the food in their memories.
Su Mi cannot heal serious injuries, nor can he dispel terrible curses. She can only make the bread soft and fluffy for one more day, keep the cold room warm for a while longer, and let the tired people sleep better at night.
But these tiny magics that were useless in the eyes of the Holy Court seemed to be just enough for her to repair a hotel, and just enough for many people on their way to regain their strength to face tomorrow.
Of course, warmth is warmth, and the room fee still has to be paid.
Su Mi opened the account book and declared seriously:
"This store does not accept credit. If you really don't have the money... You can remember it first."
