“Isn’t this necessary for store management? You’re dealing with precious metals, so the differences aren’t small.”
“Why’s that?”
“A small amount of precious metal doesn’t make it less valuable.”
“Hmm, that’s true.”
To be honest, I wasn’t the type to organize my books properly.
While running my own store, I often received money and kept it roughly scrawled out.
It was not a wise way of working.
This kind of operation only worked because my jewelry business depended entirely on my eyes.
All small traders live like this, though. If you get caught right away, what are you going to do?
“Thank you for the advice, but is it really necessary? What I do isn’t legal anyway.”
“I’m not stupid enough to report it to my benefactor.”
Somehow, the blue eyes under the glasses seemed to shine calmly.
Almost like a dog begging for praise.
So it would be nice if it just ended there. He slightly stained his ascetic and neat face.
“I… I’m good.” (Heimdahl)
“… What?”
“I-I can do it at any time.”
… My imagination will run wild if you say it like that, with those eyes.
“Honest, I’m really good at this. It’s true.”
I shrugged carelessly.
‘Well, it doesn’t matter either way.’
If the “VIP” dragged him back out, I’d see him again. What power would the sociopath have at this rate?
However, I don’t want to have a long relationship with this man.
“Then do as you please.” (Syrinx)
Like I said, I’m a person who can fly if the pot gets too hot around here.
A light price for being a little nosy.
Of course, it was a warning that he didn’t have to actually pay for it, but he did not intend to stop coming and slogging through it.
That’s how I got my first regular patient.
< Syrinx, I’m telling you to just be a healer. You won’t get caught! You won’t! >
I remembered Andrew’s words, and that I would rather sell fake jewelry than be a healer, but I shook my head inside.
There’s something I really need to find and I’m just doing this because I’m busy.
“By the way, what are you going to do at night?”
It’s an important thing.
I don’t care how it sounded, I really didn’t want to run into him if I could avoid it.
“What if he comes to see me, instead of you?”
Don’t you get an answer just by thinking about the way you pushed the sword first?
“I’d like to not worry about a dagger in my back every night.”
Heimdahl nodded.
“You can knock out me.”
“How?”
After much consideration, he took a serious approach.
“…hit me with a frying pan or the like…?”
“That’s… Does it really not matter?”
He nodded gravely. Rather, he gave me some more advice. He told me to hit him before the dagger hit me. I thought the edges would be good.
…But isn’t it still his body?
“You can handle that kind of thing without my permission.”
Looking at his intelligent eyes, I nodded slowly. Well then, if that’s the case…
Well, it’s not exactly what I want to do.
But at least I don’t have to face the cruel villain and madness from the original novel.
“Alright!”
He promised to be careful.
*****
Right… At least that’s what I thought.
“—I’ve seen this pattern somewhere.”
Did this man want to give me a fresh twist? Expectations for getting betrayed?
“The ‘VIP’ is not creative.”
I groaned, staring at Heimdahl, who was rolling around on the floor.
“Why do they have to look like the same person?”
It was a dark night.
Heimdahl was covered in blood again this time.
He was staring at me instead of fainting like last time.
Moreover, he was breathing hard into the ground.
I squatted in front of him and leaned my chin on his knee.
“You weren’t dragged today?”
“Ha, that sneer, you’d better quit right now, miss.”
He must have noticed that I raised my words on purpose to scratch my insides.
I grinned.
This man was beaten by his teacher and abandoned in front of my house.
“Why? Huh? What’s bothering you, child?”
“The way you talk… It bothers me.”
Heimdahl’s hand scratched at the floor. I groaned, unable to say much else.