The Flower That Heralds Spring (101)

In hindsight, there had been something a little suspicious about the contract with House Friedel.

“You have to pay it back by winter?”

“That’s right.”

For the head of a major commercial city, the repayment deadline had been set rather vaguely.

Of course, anyone in their right mind wouldn’t have signed such a strange contract.

“…Ah, I see!”

Back then, I’d been so full of baseless confidence that I hadn’t been in my right mind.

As time passed, though, I came to my senses and planned to pay it back with as much time to spare as possible.

‘This is way too soon, no matter how you look at it!’

It was autumn at most—early winter, if I was being generous...