I know I am exaggerating, such a superficial change in appearance is something completely normal for a spirit, we change our colors as easily as humans change haircuts, in fact in the elementary world it is more common to find a color shop than a hairdresser.

I am a certified pigmenter myself, so that this should not affect me as much as it does, but simply when I think that there is an aspect of Nin that cannot be loved as it deserves, I simply cannot accept it.

I leave the chest and stop in the middle of the treasure room, I breathe and with only thought my appearance changes, my chocolate skin changes to a white porcelain, my black hair becomes a golden color, my black eyes change to a color blue, I am a light and dark mixed spirit, for me such a superfical change is as easy as breathing and I really don't have an opinion about my appearance, but now that Nin has changed and I will also change so as not to remind him of what I leave behind.

But as I really expected although I understand the reasons that led Nin to this decision and I know that it was the one that Nin wanted even so I cannot accept it.

I have watched Nin for a month, I know that when her mother or one of her friends is not there to defend her, she checks a very bad deal by Monica's guard and the other women, I always thought it was because they were envious of her Appearance, after all Nin was blessed with the pinnacle of human beauty, it would be strange if they didn't envy her, but it seems that Nin thinks she's ugly.

This has only one explanation.

The stupidity of the human race is greater than I expected and is so strong that it has even begun to affect Nin.

As the saying goes, don't fight an idiot because he will win by a majority of numbers and experience.

Stupid human race, they cannot keep their stupidity for themselves and not affect those around them.

The other option that comes to mind is that the feelings that Nin receives for his skin color is what humans call racial discrimination.

The concept behind this is that the social position of humans is determined by the color of their skin.

Frankly I do not understand the concept, I am a certified pigmenter so that I can transform any living being into the color I want, for me there is no sense in the color of the body.

Even if I love the chocolate-colored color of Nin's skin it is only because it is Nin's and not because of the color itself, although I would be blind but I could tell how it looks so beautifully.

I wonder how this system of social positioning based on skin color works, they give extra points for the bright colors, I receive financing from the state if I am purple, they will make me their leader if they shine in the dark.

All important questions without immediate answers.

My father told me about this on one occasion, he said that once my grandfather was called for an important transaction, a human wanted to sell his human farm to pay his debts.

Although I don't understand why humans have farms to produce humans, it seems that local law allowed these practices, and being completely legal and my grandfather not caring about anything while making a profit, my grandfather accepted the business.

Being the first impression and being an important treatment my grandfather as the great businessman who was investigating the local fashion and presented himself as a handsome and elegantly dressed man wearing a beautiful chocolate skin, much more beautiful than that of the local majority.

But despite the good intentions of the grandfather and his elegant dress, the man who wanted to sell his human farm behaved like a savage, I call him slave skin and spit on him and as if that wasn't enough I try to rob him.

My grandfather was enraged by his complete lack of manners and showed why he was given the title of darkness, the grandfather defeated all the combatants on the human farm on his own with extra ease and then stopped and painfully interrogated the irrational seller about his assault, is when he discovered that the locals had the habit of measuring the social position of their civilization according to the color of their skin and that the skin color they had chosen was the lowest.

My grandfather was deeply offended because they questioned his sense of fashion, he was widely known to always impose a trend and it was the first time he was told that he did not dress well.

To vent his anger he reversed the skin color of everyone present and left without buying anything.

Father told me that this caused the control of the installation to change hands, and that people started calling grandfather as the patron lord of slaves, the latter seemed very ironic to my father because my grandfather would never support anyone else than himself, but the grandfather was indifferent to the title he once said:

"Kings and slaves are equally inferior to my presence, I will win for me and I will sell you, lose my money and you will know my fury."

Human customs are a mystery to me, but the only certain thing is that I love Nin and what makes her unhappy is wrong and what made her happy is justice.

I've left Nin too long alone, it's time to go with her.

Or that is what I would like but the door has an alarm and only my sense of spirit can secure it without warning of my presence.

I really wish he had stayed long enough to ask for protection measures as his second wish, I wonder what was important enough to leave me here alone.