To Repay His Great Imperial Majesty's Hard Work

"The price is high, but the quality is good."

"Of course. There seem to be rumors that we sell second-hand goods in the imperial political circles, but that's just a prejudiced rumor. I personally inspected the quality of the firearms before they were shipped."

"Yeah. The quality was good, even though the price was high."

"Thanks for the compliment. It would be a great help if the Bellamont Ducal Family guaranteed the quality. How about this while we're at it? Since there are many imperial nobles who don't trust products from the Demon Realm, it would be mutually beneficial if the Bellamont Ducal Family handled the sales representation in the Empire."

"Oh? Like that? I was thinking of paying half the delayed payment in iron ore."

"We can do that too."

Alcier and Ellie had a friendly conversation.

Actually, it didn't seem like a friendly conversation. They had only ever been friends of a friend in the first place and had never properly become friends themselves, so it made sense.

However, Pastel, who was trembling, had no time to worry about managing her friendships.

The Empire was on the verge of falling into chaos because of the wicked and vicious Warlord Camelot. A dark and suffocating storm was covering the continent, yet no one was alarmed...