In Langritch, currency is born through ritual. Kamime, a vampire witch, performs the sacred ceremony, weaving her breath and hair into banknotes that float when genuine. After the issuance, she shares tea with Helmut, reflecting on the loneliness of money. A counterfeit note appears—lifeless, exposed by Kamime’s test. The noble flees, and Helmut quietly pays the bill. Kamime’s body is the kingdom’s contract; without her, the economy has no soul.