"This..." Alethea crumpled the paper in her hand and threw it angrily, her voice trembling from annoyance.
"What the fuck is this?! Only five thousand gold coins?! He doesn't really want to find us, does he?!"
I flipped through my book. "Well, at least, its four thousand more gold coins?"
"Oh, pleaseee, this is such a pathetic amount! I bet a marquis' daughter's closet cost way more than this."
"It's a good thing, no?"
"Sure. But this is a matter of pride, Ira! I'm someone with enormous holy power and they even suspect me to be a Saintess! And you! You're the very first child to be born and survive having both holy power and magic! We're obviously very important but he dares to only allot five thousand for the both of us! That damn cheapskate!"
It had been two years since the both of us had left the Verena estate, but we'd yet to reach our destination. In fact, we aren't even half the journey to our destination.
