He could practically hear the merchants of other nations whispering the name in envy.
White Gold… that's what they call it now. Refined sugar, pure and perfect. Thanks to magic! There's no need to put chemicals in it. Ah well… there's no chemical thing here and I don't think I want to create one. Pure sweetness. No side effects.
He tapped the table lightly, his grin never fading. Four factories already, each powered by the magic sugar-processing machines I designed myself. Sometimes I even amaze myself. Well… heh~
Liana glanced at him again, noticing the smug expression spreading on his face. She leaned slightly toward Gloria, whispering with a knowing smile. "He's grinning again. That look means trouble."
Gloria adjusted her glasses, smiling softly. "Ara~ perhaps he's thinking of another invention. Or maybe…" She looked down at Javier with gentle amusement. "…something far sweeter."
Javier flinched slightly, feeling a subtle pinch at both sides of his waist.
