"This will do, sir. You can place all the mana stones here, sir!"
Rosy's voice wavered ever so slightly as she pointed at a seemingly empty space in front of her, her golden pen still trembling between her fingers.
Around them, the bustle of the hall carried on as though nothing was out of place. The other customers were preoccupied, their gazes drawn elsewhere, most of them still sneaking glances at the young man who had brandished a gold card. In their eyes, he was worth watching, but they hadn't the faintest clue what kind of storm was about to unfold before them.
There was, however, one pair of eyes that missed nothing—the sharp gaze of the store's manager. She stood at a distance, calm and unreadable, her expression betraying none of the interest simmering beneath. While others looked out of idle curiosity, the manager observed with purpose, measuring, weighing, calculating.
