‘How much,’ he says.
The money Guilford received for handing over the orphans to the Dark Cult? It was faint, but it still remained in my memory.
“200 gold.”
“This bottle of wine is about 500 gold.”
It was said while tapping the wine bottle with his index finger, making a ‘tung’ sound.
I couldn’t guess his intention, so I silently looked at Vilteon. He was already wearing a self-deprecating smile.
“Then, are we sharing two and a half orphans?”
“Probably more than that. The things we’ve eaten and drunk so far… Also, there have been many times we’ve unintentionally survived due to those sacrifices.”
“You’re remarkable.”
Pure praise without any mockery or flattery mixed in.
It was praise possible only from a man who would soon stand at the pinnacle of the world. Because he was a person who needed to mock no one, nor flatter anyone.
Truly the language of the strong.
It was vocabulary the Sword Duke…