Would a Liberal Arts Student Dream of a Triple-Faced Undercover Agent?

I'm an utterly ordinary novelist. To find material for my writing, I came to Beika Town without bringing my homework.

It's really not because I wanted to avoid doing my homework.

My guardian called: "Do your homework. Even if the school blows up, you still have to do your homework. I've mailed it to you."

Me: "...Okay."

Ugh, damn this math!

While I was doing my homework through tears and snot, a super handsome blond, dark-skinned waiter asked me, "Is there anything I can help you with?"

Me, world-weary: "No, thanks. You can't understand the pain of your elders yet."

Me, solemnly: "It'll drive you crazy."

The waiter smiled. "I'm twenty-nine this year."

...Liar! With that baby face, you're eighteen at most!

Theme: Every lovely person deserves to be treated with kindness