Thankfully, Frieren and Fern managed to sell their fish in the end.
What surprised them even more was that they not only avoided a loss this time, but actually made a small profit—around twenty percent, in fact.
Some people had arrived too late to buy fish. When they saw that Frieren and Fern were reselling theirs, they were eager to buy it. Since there was only one fish and demand was high, they even started bidding against each other. Naturally, it didn't take long for Frieren and Fern to sell it for the highest price.
But even though they'd made a little money, they couldn't feel happy about it.
The fish was gone, but now they had to figure out what delicacy to bring when they visited the Archmage. If they couldn't solve that problem, they might have to spend yet another day in the Trade City of Barum, which was the last thing they wanted.
And so!
All morning, both Frieren and Fern had been listless and lethargic. They returned to the inn and lay on the bed, unwilling to do anything and lacking the energy to try.
And now?
"..."
"..."
Frieren and Fern, the traveling pair of teacher and student who were also friends and master and servant, lay side by side on the inn's single bed, staring blankly at the ceiling of their room.
They had originally planned to spend a day in Barum visiting the eccentric Archmage, hoping to learn a rare spell or two from him and indulge Frieren's hobby of collecting magic.
But who could have expected that after three days of searching, they'd have made no progress at all? And now their plan to buy fish had backfired spectacularly, leaving their visit postponed indefinitely once again.
"Sigh..."
As Frieren stared at the