Kyle Pratt's Alley Nightmare

When I sent out the letters, the restaurant owners soon sent replies.

At first, I thought two or three people might come, but there were actually a great many who said they would.

Two from the capital, one from an eastern commercial city, one from a southern gateway city, and one from the western mountains.

On top of that, there was a merchant who hadn't opened a restaurant yet but was preparing to do so.

When all seven of them arrived, the Maison Monbel drawing room suddenly filled with the unmistakable smell of merchants.

Marie watched them and whispered quietly,

“More of them came than I expected.”

“I know.”

“They're all people who copied us, right?”

“Most of them.”...