After a brief exchange, Lady Cornelia left first.
To be honest, the atmosphere overall was quite pleasant. Lady Cornelia had an air of "ask and you shall be told," even enthusiastically giving Jones directions. But progress seemed a far-off dream—one could even describe the situation as utterly clueless.
"This is the first time I've encountered such negotiations," Belle said helplessly. "We're simply here begging, while they seem to want absolutely nothing. They're a downright terrible negotiation partner. Not only do we have to eliminate their concerns, but we also need to figure out something they might need to make a trade. Honestly... I've never dealt with such business before. They're like a stone without even the tiniest crack."
Everyone had gathered in Jones' room. The small room felt exceptionally cramped, with not even a place to sit. Jones could only sit on his coffin, a melancholy look on his face.
The only remaining chair was taken by Belle.
