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"·······Eh?"
In an instant, everyone was paying attention to this side. For reference, the same was true of me.
In surprised I poked him in the side and said with a mouth shape.
"Isaac! How can you call 10 million Becquerels. Thank you for your help, but..."
I whispered in a quieter voice than a mosquito.
"I don't have the money."
It's a little miserable, but it's true, so it can't be helped.
Stationery stores have been booming these days, but not enough to pay 10 million Becquerels.
But Isaac didn't let go of the sign.
"It's okay. I'll buy it for you."
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"......?"
"Because we're on the same side."
'Wow.'
I guess Isaac is rich.
I naturally straightened my back.
Okay. Because Isaac is the Master of the Mage Tower, this level must be as small as a speck. Then......
"Thank you. I'm glad we're on the same side."
I quickly switched positions.
If it was just empty words, Isaac saw the wrong person. I would never miss a great opportunity like this.
I smiled proudly and looked toward the host of the auction.
'What?'
The host also seemed surprised.
But he wasn't surprised to see Isaac. His gaze was looking at me exactly.
'······Why are you looking at me as if you were surprised? Is it an illusion.'
I raised my eyebrows toward the host. He looked as if he was doing something without bidding.
"······10 million Becquerels came out."
The host looked around and stuttered urgently.
The atmosphere suddenly became chilly.
"If there's no one else who wants to bid, I'll bid for it!"
The host's voice slightly slipped.
However, none of the people around him seemed to know that his tongue had slipped.
Even·······
"That host is really good at talking."
No, does this make sense. What is everyone doing?
I looked around with a ridiculous face.
Everyone had their mouths wide open as if they had been hit by a drug-selling tone.
'······The shadow under his feet, is that a normal shadow?'
After rubbing my eyes a few times, I looked under the host's feet again.
The dark shadow I saw earlier reappeared, but when I tried to look closely, it disappeared.
Is it an illusion?
However, feeling a little bit uncomfortable, I wiped the sweat from the palm of my hand over the dress.
***
Somehow, leaving the suspicious host behind, we came out of the auction.
"In the end, I got the Holy Water."
"That's good, but......"
"Is there anything that's on your mind?"
Isaac stopped and looked at me.
At the auction house, I got Isaac's help without thinking, but I felt like I had lost the light from him the whole time.
'He said it's okay because Isaac is on the same side.'
Still, this man seems too naïve.
'No matter how much money you have, you shouldn't give it to anyone.'
I didn't know because it wasn't well described in the original.
If you invest too boldly or trust people and spread the word, you should be told that you will be ruined.
"Well...... Don't listen to these words badly."
I looked at him seriously and spoke.
"Of course, you must have a lot of money because you are the Lord of the Tower, right?"
"Yes."
Isaac answered without hesitation, as if it were natural.
I can't believe you accept it right away because you have so much money.
'I'm a little, no, very jealous.·····.'
I continued to talk, scratching around my neck.
"It's true that I say this when I'm in a situation where I was helped, but from now on, you can't just give it all away like this to everyone."
Fortunately, he didn't look offended.
Isaac, who looked at me for a long time without saying a word, asked back with a calm voice.
"Really?"
"Yes, of course."
I sighed as I didn't know anything about this.
Ah, wait a minute. No, no.
I smiled cowardly to myself and spoke to him. Even if it looked like this, I was a person possessed by a wicked woman.
"If you want to spend money, just spend it on me."
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I smiled wildly and clapped his arm.
"I'm a very good friend who won't use you."
Then he tilted his head halfway and looked at me.
Having been with him for a long time, I could read his attitude. That's definitely a puzzled face.
"I see. It's my first time making a friend, so I didn't know."
I feel awkward for some reason.
In addition, I was feeling a sense of responsibility because it was my first time making a friend.
'No, I'm not trying to use Isaac, I'm trying to help him.'
He smiled languidly and blinked his eyes.
"I know for sure."
"What?"
"From now on, I'll only spend money on Mel."
Somehow It felt like Isaac had bought a friend of me with the money, but it was too much money to refuse.
***
I was on my way out of the secret auction house while bickering with him.
A host like an eloquent speaker who embroidered the auction hall hotly stood in front of us. Looking closely, he looked quite good.
"What's going on?"
Isaac spoke in a low voice while stopping in front of me.
The moderator, who glanced at his stiff face, rolled his eyes to the side and looked at me.
"Perhaps······."
"Yes?"
He looked around hastily and closed his mouth again.
"Your name is...... What's your plan?"
The official rule is not to ask for names at secret auction houses. It was natural because it was a dark auction house where lawlessness ran rampant.
So I guess this man is making a considerable disrespect towards me.
'Besides, there has been no one who would approach me like this.'
Maybe not Vaveloa or the Hessmann family?
I asked in a sullen attitude.
"Isn't it the rule not to ask for your identity or reveal your identity to the other person at the auction house?"
The man seemed to be at a loss for what I said.
After hesitating for awhile, he carefully starts.
"Yes, that's right. No, you don't have to tell me. It's just that I····."
He glanced at the back of my hand and bit his lips hard. It looked like he still had something he wanted to say.
'What?'
"········I think the day will come when we will see you again, maybe."
But before she could ask something, he moved again and quickly left as if he were running away.
He's such a weird person.
"······That person, Isaac."
"Yes."
"Why does he keep stammering when he's praised as elegant? And I don't think he's really an eloquent person."
It was strange that everyone seemed to be possessed by that man's speech.
I looked at Isaac and tilted my head.
"That person bothers me a lot. He handsome, he's really handsome......"
Why did he suddenly approach me.
He may also be someone related to Sheria or Lenox.
"····· You think he's handsome?"
Isaac asked in a flat voice.
I answered lightly without much thought.
"Yes, well. Isn't he a good looking guy?"
"······All of a sudden, I'm worried too."
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"Right?"
I turned my head with twinkling eyes when Isaac said he was worried.
But his face is a bit strange.
His expression, which had always seemed friendly and languid, went somewhere and it was now a chilly atmosphere like thin ice.
It's a shame that I didn't finish talking to that. Anyway, we're done with our business, so let's go home!"
Having spoken my emotions sincerely towards him, I began to walk bravely towards the carriage.
"Ah...... it's embarrassing."
"What?"
"It's nothing."
He calmly tidied up my hair that was fluttering in the air with a somewhat relieved look, and responded kindly.
'It's refreshing.'
I shrugged and naturally tapped his arm and continued to talk.
"Okay, let us go back!"
He liked the word us.
'Somehow, it's a word that makes your heart flutter and warm.'
"Yes, us."
He also seemed to like the pronoun "we," as his expression softened again.
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"·······Eh?"
In an instant, everyone was paying attention to this side. For reference, the same was true of me.
In surprised I poked him in the side and said with a mouth shape.
"Isaac! How can you call 10 million Becquerels. Thank you for your help, but..."
I whispered in a quieter voice than a mosquito.
"I don't have the money."
It's a little miserable, but it's true, so it can't be helped.
Stationery stores have been booming these days, but not enough to pay 10 million Becquerels.
But Isaac didn't let go of the sign.
"It's okay. I'll buy it for you."
1
"......?"
"Because we're on the same side."
'Wow.'
I guess Isaac is rich.
I naturally straightened my back.
Okay. Because Isaac is the Master of the Mage Tower, this level must be as small as a speck. Then......
"Thank you. I'm glad we're on the same side."
I quickly switched positions.
If it was just empty words, Isaac saw the wrong person. I would never miss a great opportunity like this.
I smiled proudly and looked toward the host of the auction.
'What?'
The host also seemed surprised.
But he wasn't surprised to see Isaac. His gaze was looking at me exactly.
'······Why are you looking at me as if you were surprised? Is it an illusion.'
I raised my eyebrows toward the host. He looked as if he was doing something without bidding.
"······10 million Becquerels came out."
The host looked around and stuttered urgently.
The atmosphere suddenly became chilly.
"If there's no one else who wants to bid, I'll bid for it!"
The host's voice slightly slipped.
However, none of the people around him seemed to know that his tongue had slipped.
Even·······
"That host is really good at talking."
No, does this make sense. What is everyone doing?
I looked around with a ridiculous face.
Everyone had their mouths wide open as if they had been hit by a drug-selling tone.
'······The shadow under his feet, is that a normal shadow?'
After rubbing my eyes a few times, I looked under the host's feet again.
The dark shadow I saw earlier reappeared, but when I tried to look closely, it disappeared.
Is it an illusion?
However, feeling a little bit uncomfortable, I wiped the sweat from the palm of my hand over the dress.
***
Somehow, leaving the suspicious host behind, we came out of the auction.
"In the end, I got the Holy Water."
"That's good, but......"
"Is there anything that's on your mind?"
Isaac stopped and looked at me.
At the auction house, I got Isaac's help without thinking, but I felt like I had lost the light from him the whole time.
'He said it's okay because Isaac is on the same side.'
Still, this man seems too naïve.
'No matter how much money you have, you shouldn't give it to anyone.'
I didn't know because it wasn't well described in the original.
If you invest too boldly or trust people and spread the word, you should be told that you will be ruined.
"Well...... Don't listen to these words badly."
I looked at him seriously and spoke.
"Of course, you must have a lot of money because you are the Lord of the Tower, right?"
"Yes."
Isaac answered without hesitation, as if it were natural.
I can't believe you accept it right away because you have so much money.
'I'm a little, no, very jealous.·····.'
I continued to talk, scratching around my neck.
"It's true that I say this when I'm in a situation where I was helped, but from now on, you can't just give it all away like this to everyone."
Fortunately, he didn't look offended.
Isaac, who looked at me for a long time without saying a word, asked back with a calm voice.
"Really?"
"Yes, of course."
I sighed as I didn't know anything about this.
Ah, wait a minute. No, no.
I smiled cowardly to myself and spoke to him. Even if it looked like this, I was a person possessed by a wicked woman.
"If you want to spend money, just spend it on me."
1
I smiled wildly and clapped his arm.
"I'm a very good friend who won't use you."
Then he tilted his head halfway and looked at me.
Having been with him for a long time, I could read his attitude. That's definitely a puzzled face.
"I see. It's my first time making a friend, so I didn't know."
I feel awkward for some reason.
In addition, I was feeling a sense of responsibility because it was my first time making a friend.
'No, I'm not trying to use Isaac, I'm trying to help him.'
He smiled languidly and blinked his eyes.
"I know for sure."
"What?"
"From now on, I'll only spend money on Mel."
Somehow It felt like Isaac had bought a friend of me with the money, but it was too much money to refuse.
***
I was on my way out of the secret auction house while bickering with him.
A host like an eloquent speaker who embroidered the auction hall hotly stood in front of us. Looking closely, he looked quite good.
"What's going on?"
Isaac spoke in a low voice while stopping in front of me.
The moderator, who glanced at his stiff face, rolled his eyes to the side and looked at me.
"Perhaps······."
"Yes?"
He looked around hastily and closed his mouth again.
"Your name is...... What's your plan?"
The official rule is not to ask for names at secret auction houses. It was natural because it was a dark auction house where lawlessness ran rampant.
So I guess this man is making a considerable disrespect towards me.
'Besides, there has been no one who would approach me like this.'
Maybe not Vaveloa or the Hessmann family?
I asked in a sullen attitude.
"Isn't it the rule not to ask for your identity or reveal your identity to the other person at the auction house?"
The man seemed to be at a loss for what I said.
After hesitating for awhile, he carefully starts.
"Yes, that's right. No, you don't have to tell me. It's just that I····."
He glanced at the back of my hand and bit his lips hard. It looked like he still had something he wanted to say.
'What?'
"········I think the day will come when we will see you again, maybe."
But before she could ask something, he moved again and quickly left as if he were running away.
He's such a weird person.
"······That person, Isaac."
"Yes."
"Why does he keep stammering when he's praised as elegant? And I don't think he's really an eloquent person."
It was strange that everyone seemed to be possessed by that man's speech.
I looked at Isaac and tilted my head.
"That person bothers me a lot. He handsome, he's really handsome......"
Why did he suddenly approach me.
He may also be someone related to Sheria or Lenox.
"····· You think he's handsome?"
Isaac asked in a flat voice.
I answered lightly without much thought.
"Yes, well. Isn't he a good looking guy?"
"······All of a sudden, I'm worried too."
1
"Right?"
I turned my head with twinkling eyes when Isaac said he was worried.
But his face is a bit strange.
His expression, which had always seemed friendly and languid, went somewhere and it was now a chilly atmosphere like thin ice.
It's a shame that I didn't finish talking to that. Anyway, we're done with our business, so let's go home!"
Having spoken my emotions sincerely towards him, I began to walk bravely towards the carriage.
"Ah...... it's embarrassing."
"What?"
"It's nothing."
He calmly tidied up my hair that was fluttering in the air with a somewhat relieved look, and responded kindly.
'It's refreshing.'
I shrugged and naturally tapped his arm and continued to talk.
"Okay, let us go back!"
He liked the word us.
'Somehow, it's a word that makes your heart flutter and warm.'
"Yes, us."
He also seemed to like the pronoun "we," as his expression softened again.
