What Could Be the Problem?

A few days later, cooperation with the transport company began, and metal materials started being delivered along the roads Nova had paved. So Ophelia and I took the Crown Guard materials we’d stacked at home to the factory, and there Ophelia started producing the improved metals she’d simulated.

And Ophelia bought another car.

“Woooo!!”

A 3.5-ton truck made for Hunter Guild use, aimed at certain users. In the back was a huge metal container-like thing I’d been thinking I should ride in someday. People also call it a box truck, and apparently the proper term is the cargo bed.

It was under the company’s name, and because it was so huge, Ophelia had driven it over from the truck-only paid parking lot on the outskirts of the city.

“Ophelia. I have one favor to ask.”

“What is it, Princess?”

“Not the one up front—”

“No.”

“Hwaaek!!”...