The next day.
White Tower second-floor study.
Colin stepped in, where Erwin Roon was sitting behind a walnut desk, fiddling with a golden pendant in his hand.
"Good morning, Lord Erwin."
"Good morning, Colin. Is there something you came to see me about?" Erwin looked up, his voice filled with curiosity.
Colin hesitated. It was indeed rash to inquire so abruptly about another family's secret treasure.
But the treasure that could grant someone a Talent was exceedingly rare, and in his more than two years of searching, he had found nothing.
He decided he would ask first, and if that failed, consider other plans.
Thinking this, Colin began cautiously, "Lord Erwin, I heard that the Roon Royal Family possesses something special named Golden Flame Barley, which can bestow the Flame Talent..."
"Do you want the Golden Flame Barley?" Erwin interrupted Colin's narration.
"...Yes." Colin shifted his gaze to Erwin's face.
