The moment Leon and Seraphine stepped outside, the merchant's voice rang out, too eager, too desperate.
"Esteemed lords! You've returned!" the merchant gushed, wringing his hands together. "I hope your brief respite was pleasant? Perhaps you require refreshments? The finest wines? Food prepared by master chefs? Anything you desire, I can—"
"Get lost," Seraphine cut him off coldly, her purple eyes flashing with annoyance.
The merchant's face went pale. He knew exactly who they were—their terrifying identities had been whispered among the merchant circles ever since they'd arrived. The silver-haired youth who radiated divine power and the purple-haired woman whose strength was legendary even among the kingdom's elite.
"O-of course! Right away!" The merchant scrambled backward, nearly tripping over his own robes. He snapped his fingers at his attendants. "Everyone out! Clear the area! Now!"
