"…Huh?"
In an instant, everyone was paying attention to me. By the way, I was the same way. I was so frightened that I poked him in the side and said in the shape of my mouth, "Isaac! What if I call ten million becquels? I'm grateful for your help…" I whispered in a voice smaller than a mosquito. "I don't have any money." It was a bit miserable, but it was true, so it couldn't be helped. Stationery stores had been booming in recent years, but they were not enough to pay 10 million becquels.
However, Isaac did not put down the sign. "It's okay. I'll buy it for you."
"…?"
"Because we're on the same side."
Wow.
I guess Isaac is rich. I naturally straightened my back. Okay. Isaac is a Master of the Tower, so this must be a bit of pocket change. Then…
"Thank you. I'm glad we're on the same side." I quickly changed my posture. If it was just empty words, Isaac misjudged people. I never miss such a great opportunity.
I smiled proudly and looked at the moderator of the auction house.
What is it?
The moderator was also surprised. But he wasn't surprised to see Isaac. His gaze was exactly on me.
…Why are you looking at me in surprise? Is it a mistake?
I raised my eyebrows towards the moderator. It was as if he wasn't bidding and what was he doing?
"…Ten million becquels came out." The moderator looked around and stuttered in a hurry. The atmosphere suddenly became cold.
"If there is no one to bid again, I will win the bid!" The moderator's voice was slightly pouting. However, no one around him seemed to know that he had spoken. Even…
"That moderator is really good at talking."
No, does this make sense? What is everyone? I looked around with a puzzled face. Everyone was opening their mouths like people who had been affected by the tone of selling medicine.
…Is the shadow under your feet a normal shadow?
I rubbed my eyes a few times and looked at the moderator's feet again. The dark shadow I had seen earlier reappeared, but when I tried to look closely, it disappeared. Was it a hallucination? However, for some reason, I rubbed the sweat from my palms over my dress.
Somehow, leaving the suspicious emcee behind, we went out of the auction house.
"I finally got my hands on the holy water."
"That's good… though."
"Is there anything that bothers you?" Isaac stopped and looked at me.
At the auction house, I didn't think about it and received help from Isaac, but I felt like I owed him a debt the whole time, and I was worried.
Isaac said it was okay because he was on the same side.
Still, this man seems to be too naive.
No matter how much money you have, you shouldn't give it to anyone.
I didn't know about him because it wasn't well described in the original work. You should let them know that if you invest too boldly or only trust people and give them away, you will lose money.
"Hey… Don't take these words badly." I looked at him seriously and started speaking. "Of course, since you are the Master of the Tower, you must have a lot of money, right?"
"Yes." Isaac replied without hesitation, as if it were a matter of course. I can't believe that I have so much money right away.
I'm a little, or rather, I'm very jealous…
I continued with a scratch near my neck. "It's the same for me to say this when I'm in a situation where I'm helped, but from now on, I can't give it all to everyone like this."
Fortunately, he didn't look offended. Isaac, who had been staring at me silently, asked with a calm face, "Is that so?"
"Yes, of course." I sighed as if I didn't know this. Oh, wait. No, no.
I smiled coyly at him and said. Even so, I was possessed by a villain. "If you want to spend money, just spend it on me." I laughed heartily and slapped his arm. "I'm a very good friend who won't take advantage of you."
Then he tilted his head halfway and looked at me. After being with him for a long time, I could read his attitude. That was definitely a puzzled face.
"I see. I didn't know it was the first time I made friends." It was kind of cool. Moreover, it was the first time I had made a friend, so I was feeling a sense of responsibility.
No, I'm not trying to use Isaac, I'm trying to help him.
He smiled languidly and blinked. "I know for sure."
"Yes?"
"From now on, I'll only spend money on Mel."
Somehow, I felt like Isaac had bought a friend with money, but it was too much money to refuse.
It was the way out of the secret auction house while arguing with him. The orator-like moderator who had warmly embroidered the auction house stood in front of us. Up close, he looked quite decent.
"What's going on?" Isaac spoke in a low voice and stood in front of me.
The moderator, who caught a glimpse of his stiff face, rolled his eyes to the side and looked at me.
"Maybe…"
"Yes?"
He looked around in a hurry and closed his mouth again.
"Name… What will happen?"
The official rule was not to ask for names in secret auction houses. It was only natural that it was a dark auction house where illegality was rampant. So now this man was committing a lot of disrespect to me.
Besides, there was no one who approached me like this.
Wasn't it the Babyloa or Hesmann family? I asked back in a grim manner. "Isn't it a rule not to ask for your identity or tell the other party your identity at the auction house?"
The man seemed to be at a loss for what I said. He hesitated for a long time and then carefully rhymed. "Yes, that's right. No, you don't have to tell me. I'm just…" He glanced at my hand and bit his lip. He seemed to want to say something over and over again.
What?
"…I think we'll see you again next time, maybe."
But before he could ask anything, he moved his body again and quickly ran away. He's a really strange person.
"…It's him, Isaac."
"Yes."
"You are praised as an eloquent person, so why do you keep stuttering? And he's not particularly a smooth talker." Everyone seemed to be fascinated by that man's speech, but it was strange.
I looked at Isaac and shook my head. "You're a very concerned person. He's handsome, he's really good-looking…" Why did he suddenly approach me? She may also be related to Sheria or Lennox.
"…That person is handsome?" Isaac asked in a low voice.
I replied lightly without much thought. "Yes, well, isn't that a decent appearance?"
"…Suddenly I'm worried too."
"Right?" I turned my head with a twinkle in my eyes at Isaac's words that he was worried. But his face was a bit strange. His expression, which was always friendly and languid, was as cold as ice.
"It's frustrating to go without finishing all the words like that. Anyway, I'm done with my work, so let's go home!" I sincerely expressed my appreciation to him, and soon began to walk towards the carriage with vigor.
"Oh… It's stuffy."
"Yes?"
"It's nothing." He calmly tidied up my hair that was fluttering in the air with a somewhat relieved expression and responded kindly.
It's bland.
I shrugged my shoulders and naturally tapped his arm as I continued. "Yes, let's go back quickly!"
I liked the word "we."
It's a word that makes your heart flutter and warm in a way.
"Yes, we." As if he liked the pronoun "us," his expression softened again.