The bounty hunters laughed. "The weeping bindweed is a rare local specialty, and it fetches a high bounty in the black market. But since it's also a dangerous item, the academy forbids its unauthorized use."
"Then why did we choose this?" one of the bounty hunters asked, his voice laced with clear apprehension.
"Of course, it can be sold for a very high price."
Eirin continued to chew, but the food felt like sawdust. Her nervousness clung to her, a cold knot in her stomach, and she kept darting quick glances at Shade.
"Oh right—speaking of the academy. There's this strange man from the black market, going around, telling people he'll buy students with rare Flairs." The words hit Eirin like a physical blow, and she gagged, almost choking on her mouthful of food.
"Especially that one famous student. What was his name again? Oh—I remember! Shade Cromwell! That's his name."
