Golden Leaf Street, Golden Ship Dye Shop. Gram glared at the Dragon Cavalry standing across the street, nearly flying into a rage from humiliation.
What was this? What the hell was this? That miserly old skinflint, that damned old bastard, had opened a dye shop directly opposite his own, selling the exact same goods! Yet under the protection of the great Goddess of Wealth, someone had actually tried to assassinate him in broad daylight!
But why was someone always opposing him? That damned old skinflint—someone had tried to kill him. What a wonderful thing that was! When Gram saw the arrow pierce Granta's heart, he had even felt boundless delight. Then he had swiftly begun planning how to seize the dye shop across the street as well and expand his business as soon as possible.
Damned Life Goddess! May that damned woman be cursed to sleep forever, never to awaken!
One of her followers—a priest, a ragged fellow who looked nearly like a street thug—had actually gone and saved Granta! An arrow through the heart! Such an injury, and he had actually been saved! Was there any justice left? Any law left? This completely defied Gram's understanding of the world!
What drove him even madder with fury was that the damned Dragon Cavalry major general Ente Malte had actually ordered the street sealed off and the entire block placed under surveillance. Gram's own shop in particular was being watched hungrily by over a dozen Dragon Cavalry soldiers. With those vicious looks on their faces, it was as if he, Gram, were the mastermind behind the murder!
So much time had passed, yet not a single customer dared come through his door. How much business had that cost Gram?
Squatting in the shop with his little eyes narrowed, Gram suddenly felt