Even though more than fifty years had passed, Vermeil still remembered what it was like to be a struggling college student on earth.
Going hungry some nights, not having the funds necessary to do things that some of her classmates could, and looking online to see that people her age had just bought their sixth car.
Those kinds of feelings of inferiority were something no one would ever forget.
Even though she was now in a much more comfortable position, the cult wasn't necessarily rich. They just had a lot of items on hand that, if sold, would be worth a lot of money.
But if Vermeil had the choice, she believed that it might be nice not to have to worry about money for the foreseeable future.
It would also open up new avenues of study for her, as she could purchase rarer alchemy components and maybe discover new pills.
The potential avenues were too enticing for her to pass up.
"Alright, Grandmaster. We'll accept your gift just this once."
