I clenched my fist. My fingernails dug into my skin.
I saw Edward’s face surprised at my appearance. He had the clearest expression on his face I had ever seen in my life.
I smiled dimly at Edward, telling him not to worry.
Edward tried to call me and bit his mouth.
“What? How much is he? Just tell me the amount.”
The slave trader’s gaze scanned my outfit. Fortunately, the clothes I’m wearing are the ones I bought before my family collapsed.
In other words, it is made of the finest silk and the shoes are specially made with expensive leather.
Because it was a plausible appearance, the slave trader stood up in a crooked position and smiled.
“Miss. How much money do you have?”
All I have is a bank deposit of 15 million berks. But I can’t watch Edward go to the slave auction.
In the Kirgen Empire, slaves were never treated as human beings. I don’t know if they’re like livestock. If you grow up in another orphanage, you can see your face, but if you become a slave, you can be killed. So never be a slave.
“10 million berks.”
I don’t know how much the slaves are sold for, but it’s probably not more than 15 million bergs. Mrs. Miller took my 3 million berks away with a greedy glow in her eyes.
“Is that enough?”
“Ten million? Over!”
“11 million?”
“15 million berks.”
“…Fine.”
I nodded willingly. My heart fluttered at the thought of happiness.
I only have 15 million berks, so I should pay the money to buy Edward and go back to the orphanage together.
In an instant, he called out to all the gods in the world and prayed. Thanks for stopping at 15 million, I said.
“Don’t put that kid up for auction. I will go and bring the money right away.”
“That’ll be difficult. Pay the deposit.”
“Ah…”
Right now, I don’t even have a single berk. It seemed that they would just sell Edward if I had no money. So I lied.
“My name is Monica Schmidt, the daughter of Count Schmidt of the Far Front. Since I am young, I don’t have enough cash to carry with me right away, but sheI have an important letter from my father to the Duke of Arzenberg.”
Then I pulled out an envelope from my arms and shook it. I lied about the letter that Mrs. Miller had asked me to bring it.
The letter was sealed with glue instead of wax, and there was no seal on the outside, but as there were too many letters, I threw a bait.
“And the Duke of Alzenberg is my godfather. He loves me, his goddaughter, very much. That is why this letter I am sending is just as private and important as it is. So, is a letter like this sure enough as collateral?”
Slave merchant Jack seemed a little worried, but soon nodded his head brightly, revealing his yellow color.
“Good. Lady Monica.”
