Idle Chatter

"Oh! Is that so?" Solam hadn't noticed at first. He had been inspecting all the magical installations and hadn't listened to Melody at all. It wasn't until Melody noticed that he was distracted, grabbed him, and repeated herself that Solam finally truly heard her.

"Is that so? Who's been laughing at me? Can you tell me?" Upon hearing that, Solam broke into a broad smile and asked Melody in an exceedingly gentle tone.

Seeing that expression, anyone with half a brain would know Solam intended to cause those people trouble.

Melody was naturally no fool, so she pretended not to hear the question. Far too many people had said such things. If she really let Solam go after them, he would probably offend half the influential figures in Athkatla.

"Forget it, let's not talk about that. What exactly are you doing? If it's to guard against the Arcane Brotherhood, I don't think you need to go this far. With Master around, the Arcane Brotherhood won't have any chance to do anything to you."

Melody had actually wanted to say this for a long time, but seeing how freely Solam spent money, she simply couldn't bring herself to say it. After all, the commission from such a huge order alone was enough to make her rich. How could she bear to make Solam stop?

Only now, seeing that Solam finally seemed to have no intention of placing any more orders, did Melody put on a token show of trying to dissuade him. Well, that was just how black-hearted salespeople were.

"Because I want to!" Solam did not explain his grudge with the Arcane Brotherhood to Melody.

All these arrangements had actually been made for the Arcane Brotherhood. Solam now wanted those bastards to come knocking; quite a few grand presents were