Although Catherine was a cunning merchant, she was also a merchant of unwavering principles.
Since she had stated her price up front, there would certainly be no hidden costs, so Greg relaxed considerably once he knew what she wanted.
He had no idea what purpose her request served, but it did not seem to affect him, so Greg nodded without hesitation.
"Deal."
Trading one room for an entire shipment of high-quality building materials was a bargain no matter how he looked at it.
Besides, the house had been designed with several bedrooms to begin with, so setting one aside for Catherine was no trouble.
And she might not even come to stay. This was the Dungeon, after all, not some tourist destination.
After receiving his agreement, the student turned and called to his companions to unload the materials one by one. Then they hurried out of the Dungeon, a place they had never expected to enter in their lives.
They left behind nothing but a pile of excellent building materials and a group of Student Council members exchanging bewildered looks.
Vivian stood a short distance away, looking at the mountain of quality materials. A barely perceptible trace of puzzlement flickered in her ice-blue eyes.
She did not understand why Catherine would go this far.
She still remembered how Catherine had invited Greg to dance alone with her at that banquet in the Empire, but Greg had taken the initiative to explain afterward that there was nothing special between them. The dance had merely been a matter of courtesy.
In that case, why would Catherine send so many expensive materials for no apparent reason?
If it was simply goodwill, that hardly fit the calculating daughter of the wealthiest man.
"..."
Vivian pondered for a moment, then suddenly thought of a possibility.