"My annoying little sister is naturally among those I intend to deal with."
"But not right now."
"Honoring a contract is a basic rule."
Louis kept flipping the gold coins in his hand, looking carefree as he waited for the Black Robe Person wearing the Bull Head Skull Mask to answer.
"Do you know what race the Demon Race originally belonged to?"
"And what races did they used to be?"
The Black Robe Person wearing the Bull Head Skull Mask took out a Magic Crystal Ball.
"The Demon Race is the Demon Race. What does it matter to me what race they used to be?"
Louis was still an old hand at business. Until his opponent offered a high enough price, he was every bit the tightfisted merchant.
He wasn't willing to give up a single thing.
There was no helping it. The Bull-headed Skull Masked Man could only play an ancient recording first.
A petite little girl appeared before them. She had fair skin, long white hair, and a beauty as luminous as cream. Her features were more exquisite than those of the finest dolls, and the lines of her face were flawless.
She also had pointed ears.
If not for her red eyes, he would have thought she was an Elf.
She was probably a vampire, right?
Although ancient texts said they were deathly pale, thin as skeletons, and had fangs as sharp as a tiger's.
But ancient texts were one thing, reality another. It was understandable that things could change when accounts became overly slanderous or exaggerated.
For example, he, Louis, was a perfectly handsome man, yet people had made him out to be a short, ugly, scheming merchant.
The girl stood atop the Royal City, dressed in a luxurious red Lolita outfit. She waved her right