Once inside, Emilia still held firm to her stance, strongly demanding that Felt return the stolen insignia to her.
But after entering the house, Felt had Old Man Rom backing her up and was equally unyielding. She haggled with Emilia, seemingly trying to sell it for a good price.
Emilia firmly refused, while Natsuki Subaru sweated profusely, wanting to trade cup noodles and potato chips for the insignia.
In the end, Natsuki Subaru described his phone as a magical device capable of freezing moments from the past, intending to use it as leverage to exchange for the insignia in Felt's possession.
Felt hesitated. Under Old Man Rom's appraisal, the magical device known as a "phone" was worth at least twenty Saint Gold Coins, making Felt even more certain that the insignia in her hands was highly valuable.
Emilia was deeply displeased with Natsuki Subaru using his "phone" to exchange for the insignia. It was originally her property, so why did she need to trade something else to get it back?
Wasn't that completely unnecessary?
How could they treat a thief this way? Wasn't that only encouraging thieves?
"Don't you think Felt is adorable?"
Kurumi, seated across from Emilia and holding a cup of milk thrown in by Old Man Rom, spoke as if casually. "If some ugly, sinister, and cunning person had stolen it, he would absolutely support you using magic to freeze the thief into an ice pop."
"This..." Emilia frowned. "He doesn't seem like such a shallow person."
"People are all like that." Kurumi rested her elbow on the solid wooden table, propping her cheek up with one small hand as she gently swirled the milky-white liquid in her cup.
To be honest, this watered-down milk was definitely not tasty. Each time she drank it, she had to