"Little Roman, you stored alcohol, not food?" Brand asked.
"Yes, Brand, mainly gin and Yu Song liquor." Miss Merchant nodded.
Brand carefully examined the clean, distinct face in front of him—Roman also stared at him with bright eyes—the girl's eyes always seemed to be filled with curiosity.
"Did you anticipate the war would end in July?" The young man couldn't help but ask.
"A bit later, Roman didn't expect the situation to take such a sharp turn either. But with Madara's army stuck at Drage, I thought they would soon look for other prey? Didn't you always say, Brand, that the timing of war lies in the details? The Commanders of the Undead should understand this too."
"But in any case, the nobles would need a celebration after the war ends, isn't everyone talking about it?" Miss Merchant said, ticking off her fingers.
"How do you know all this, Roman?" Frey looked at her incredulously.
"A merchant's little secret." Miss Merchant's tail shot up proudly again.
