"Cigarettes... you have them?" the fairy, who had been momentarily frozen, finally asked. 0

When Ian nodded, her eyes widened in disbelief. "On you? Our fairy cigarettes?"0

"That's right."0

While the fairy blinked in speechless astonishment, Ian moved his right hand behind his back. Naturally, he reached into his pocket dimension and retrieved a metal box about the width of three or four palms.0

The fairy blinked in confusion at the box, which seemed to rest on Ian’s palm as if by magic.  Her expression, previously tense as though she had inhaled toxic smoke, was now completely blank. Ian paid her no mind as he opened the box.0

It was something Princess Seras had given him as compensation for a job—filled with items such as magic stones, essence beads, gold coins, magical scrolls, and identification documents, all relatively small in volume.0

Among them was also a silver cigarette case, packed with cigarettes he had confiscated from the trackers of Aynas. He still had two cigarettes from Findrel left, but the larger ones would be better for sharing.0

Looks nicer, too.0

With that thought, Ian pulled out one luxurious, thick, and finely rolled cigarette.0

"Crazy." The fairy let out a dazed murmur, her jaw dropping as she stared at the cigarette and silver case in Ian's hand like they were treasures.0

After putting the case back into the box, Ian placed the cigarette in...0