“However, Sebastan, there doesn’t seem to be any majestic sword fit for my use.”
“Yes, as expected, we can’t hope to find a sword befitting of Oregeru-sama without hiring an exclusive blacksmith.”
… He took out something that looked like a toy sword, a sword that was even smaller than a short sword.
The sword was shining gold but the blade was rounded such that it didn’t look like it could even cut paper.
… Short legs with a short and stout body … and also a voice as if it had not even broken.
Isn’t he just a brat.
“Well, a fading shop like this would likely gain prestige since I’ve come to visit. Count yourself lucky, shopkeeper! I’ll have this in exchange for advertising cost …”
Oregeru tried to carry one of the swords on display … but could not carry it and gave up,
“It doesn’t matter. We’re going to the gambling parlor Sebastan.”
“Yes, Oregeru-sama.”
The 2 left as the Apprentice Blacksmith young man and I remained silent.
Then, Haru’s face popped up.
“Haru, perhaps that person is?”
“Yes, he’s the person who wanted to purchase me, Oregeru-sama.”
So it’s a person like that.
… Seriously?