Chapter 151

Chapter 151

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"Business interim report? Did Deborah ever borrow money for a business?"

When Belreck asked in an absurd tone, his father, still afflicted by the shock, patted his heart several times as he said it was about a business.

"Oh, that. It just surprised me."

"Father. Do you remember that last winter I asked you to invest in a business?"

"Yes. I remember. I can throw in a couple of pennies. No big deal. Don't worry."

"How much was the investment?"

Belreck asked softly.

"Less than half of the money for the trial cost of your magical tools."

"Is that so? Your expression was so serious that I thought I had lost the price of the mansion."

These people. Why do they keep drawing their own conclusions?

"It didn't fail. On the contrary, it's doing well. Enough to consider expanding the business."

I took out the Imperial Family's permission envelope and shared the current state of the business.

"<Armand>?"

"Yes. I am the owner."

Both of them looked at me at the same time with rabbit eyes. Suddenly, a heavy silence fell in the office.

"Oh my God."

Belreck, whose pupils trembled as he reviewed various real estate documents and sales receipts, was the first to break the silence.

"I can't believe this even after seeing it with my own eyes. You're the owner. <Armand> is a famous place that even I know."

"Besides coffee, we've been rapidly expanding our business by launching seasonal drinks. Fruit drinks, made with Brother Belreck's magical tools, sold well."

"Ah. That's why they were using magical tools that weren't even promoted at <Armand>."

"That's right."

"Mmm. I knew it since I started designing these useful magical tools. You have a natural talent for making money."

"Useful? He finally smelled money after insisting that they were torture tools."

I looked at Belreck, who had quickly changed his mind.

Belreck coughed, and Duke Seymour silently analyzed my business plan.

He slowly raised his head with an expressionless face.

Unable to grasp the emotion in my father's silver eyes, I swallowed dry saliva.

"I wonder if he didn't like the fact that I didn't study magic and went into business."

"Deborah."

"Yes. Father."

"You've been struggling while constantly trying new things in an invisible place. I have the best and greatest daughter in the Empire as my daughter."

Although trade is not a highly esteemed field for nobles, I was surprised to hear my father generously praise me.

However, the lips that said good things hardened.

"So why have you been so desperate for so long? Maybe the lack of sensitivity made you feel overwhelmed by performance..."

"No. It's something I wanted to do. I also wanted to show that I'm improving more and more."

Duke Seymour seemed to have misunderstood something, so I managed to open my mouth, and his silver eyes soon moistened with emotion.

"I'm so proud of you. Do whatever you want in the future. I will always cheer you on and support you."

My father's heart was moved, and the tip of his nose wrinkled.

"Oh, that's strange, isn't it?"

I have always felt uncomfortable with mana, and I even fainted feeling nauseous and dizzy with Philap's ancient artifact.

But now I really don't feel that way.

"The power that sealed divine power was also interfering with the response to Mana."

Why was the power blocked?

Lost in thoughts, I soon fell asleep.

"Again, that dream."

Now I am used to seeing disgusting monsters running wildly in the desert.

As well as the image of a blond man, who looks like Isidor, swinging his sword and flying wildly like a god. The man who claims to have never been hurt in his life was really strong. Even a high-level monster was split in two in an instant in front of him.

"Heal me."

"You're not hurt."

The man often demanded divine powers from Nayla without being injured.

"When the white light comes, it's refreshing and feels like taking a bath."

He, suffering from mysophobia, made a brief comment and suddenly reached out a hand.

"And it's a waste of water. Nothing is free in the world."

"Right."

"Do you know what a person like you, who provides free service and spreads divine power, is called?"

"How?"

"Sucker."

The man never left the water bottle for Nayla, and, as if showing off, poured water into his palm for her to drink.

He said he had mysophobia, but he was a strange person in this area.

"That's all for today."

The man pulled away his gloved hand, and I, Nayla, stared blankly at the endless desert, suffering from endless thirst.

"There must be water somewhere. I think I heard that there is such a thing as an oasis."

"Are there places where there is water everywhere? If you float in open sea, you'll miss the land."

"What about the sea?"

"Have you never been there?"

"No. But I definitely want to go there someday."

In a dream, she longed for the sea.

As soon as I opened my eyes, I was even more moved by the beautiful landscape spread out before me.

"Deborah!"

When I got off the carriage, Isidor, standing with the sea in the background, smiled widely and waved at me.

I ran quickly towards him, and Isidor's eyes widened at my impulsive action.

"Wait, I'll run too."

He quickly ran towards me, picked me up in his arms, spun around, and set me down.

"You worked hard to come here."

"Hmm."

Finally, the first day in the south began.

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