Translator: Tani

“The proposed remuneration wasn’t bad, so we decided to help,” 

When Rockefeller heard that, his eyes narrowed slightly. 

‘They ran into the mercenaries? Well, mages from the Sinclair family probably didn’t agree because they needed money. The amount the mercenaries offered wouldn’t have been right for them in the first place.’ 

Unlike other mages, those from Sinclair, the family known for being masters for magic, were worth their weight in gold. 

So it didn’t make sense that the Hound Mercenaries, who were just looking for someone to hold down an orc sorcerer, would be able to offer the appropriate price. 

“Then you are the mages who came for our territory right? For the Orc Subjugation?” 

Still standing at the threshold of the shop with one hand on the door handle, the man nodded his head. 

While Rockefeller showed an appropriate response to the situation, the girl, who was watching this exchange, still wanted an answer to her question, 

“So, go back to what we were talking about before – How are you going to get the money front he Lord?” 

“My Lady, it’s no use paying attention to such things. One banco employee does not dare to exercise the power of a promissory note over the Lord. How could he get the mone? The one he’s up against is the owner of this land.” 

The man continued, 

“I think it might just be this little boy’s wish and nothing more,” 

The girl had considered that at first as well, but her eyes were different from others. 

Her eyes were those of pure magic. 

They were eyes that could indirectly see into a person’s mind, and with those eyes, she understood that the boy had not lied to her when he said he could get the money back. 

Seeing the innocent energy that swayed around him, he looked very much like those who hid their inner thoughts. 

In other words, he was hiding something. 

“Tell me. I want to hear it.” 

The desire to reach out and grab hold of knowledge and an innate temperament of not being able to tolerate unanswered questions were defining traits of a mage. 

She too, was born with such a mage-like temperament and so, she wanted to know what thoughts this boy held. 

But Rockefeller wasn’t someone who would easily scratch her itchy spot for her. 

When he saw the undivided attention the heroine from the original novel was showing him, Rockefeller reached up, scratching the back of his head in innocent confusion, 

“Well, if you’re borrowed money, isn’t it natural to pay it back? That’s why I said that,” 

His sly acting was close to perfection. 

It was like he had learned to act with a theatre company. 

The girl showed slight disappointment at the sight, but that was only for a moment. 

‘No, I’m sure you’re up to something.’ 

It was clearly visible to her, and the mana she concentrated in her eyes. 

He was hiding something for sure. 

‘It’s something he can’t say out loud? Is it something like that? How could he get the money that he’s lent out the Lord back again?’

Unable to overcome her curiosity, Isabella took a step forwards towards Rockefeller without realising it. 

The man who had been watching them, looked surprised. 

To think she, who was always indifferent, was so interested in something. 

‘You’re that interested? But it doesn’t make any sense,’ 

The power that the little girl possessed was also something that the man possessed. However, it was such a strange idea to him that he didn’t have the same doubts as her.