What is the world really like?
Some people make a fortune in business by forcing good women into prostitution.
Others serve as honest, selfless officials, only to die without even a body left behind and have their names cursed for generations.
Is it really true that murderers and arsonists wear golden belts, while those who build bridges and roads are left without even a corpse?
As for me, I'm just a heavily indebted innkeeper among the countless people in this world. But why not sit down and hear my story? Perhaps it will make a nice dessert after your meal.
(This is not a wish-fulfillment novel.)
