"But let me make this clear first! Finn and the others risked their lives bringing back those high-purity ores and deep-floor monster drops. If you waste them, you bastard, I'll go throw a tantrum at your place!"
They walked along the broad street.
Gradually, the style of the buildings around them began to change.
The refined, luxurious commercial atmosphere of North Street gradually gave way to an adventurers' district filled with rugged practicality.
"Speaking of which."
"If you want equipment forged, why not go to Hephaestus?"
Loki turned her head to look at Haimo.
"She definitely wouldn't turn down a little favor like this."
Haimo glanced at a roadside smithy where forging was underway.
He listened to the clanging coming from inside.
"Hephaestus certainly has good materials."
Haimo withdrew his gaze.
"But."
"More importantly."
Haimo paused and turned to Loki.
"I heard your Loki Familia went on an expedition not long ago."
"The monster drops from down there, and those rare ores."
"Hephaestus might not have as complete a selection of high-grade materials as you do."
At those words.
Loki's eyes went wide.
"So that's it! You bastard, this was what you were after all along!"
Loki pointed at Haimo's nose, stamping her feet in anger.
"You've had your sights on me all along, haven't you!"
"Don't be so stingy."
Haimo pushed aside the finger Loki was pointing at his nose and continued forward.
"Those materials are just gathering mold in your warehouse anyway. Once I'm done forging, if there are any scraps left over, I'll touch up your weapons while I'm at it. That'll cover the bill."
"You bastard... how does paying with scraps count as settling the bill? You're practically robbing me outright."
Loki followed behind him, grumbling nonstop.
Finally.
The two passed through several streets, one behind