The Margrave stroked his chin and asked.
"What kind of person is Aint Armian?"
"Someone who can become a sword capable of slaying a cow."
"To receive proper recognition of value from a merchant."
That's the highest praise.
"Go to the annex palace. Katrina has been waiting for you."
"How is the Countess doing?"
"What is it about you, who tries to eat away at the pillar of our family, that she likes so much..."
"Building a new pillar and sharing it isn't eating away—it's a fair distribution of profits."
As if he didn't want to hear any more, the Margrave waved his hand, dismissing Gerhard.
"Ah, before that."
His eyes changed.
"I still haven't received compensation for mobilizing my family's knights. Nor have I heard how you knew."
"That's a family trade secret, so I can't tell you."
It wasn't a family secret but a personal one.
"As you might guess, the spirit creatures didn't occur naturally but were summoned by demonic creatures. And that summoning requires sacrifices."
