CH 83

“I understand. In that case, Baron Grimm, our business dealings are hereby over.”

Grimm, who had been smugly sneering and glaring at us, gradually froze.

It seemed like his brain couldn’t keep up with the meaning of the words.

And finally, after processing it, he opened his mouth. What came out was an incoherent scream.

“Huh!?”

“I’m simply stating the obvious. Compared to you, who have depleted the wealth of his father’s generation, there is no comparison between someone who saved my life and will become a hero, an S-rank adventurer.”

“You…!”

Grimm, who couldn’t fully grasp the situation due to the straightforwardness of the conversation, finally turned red with anger and raised his hand, as if inciting his subordinates.

But…

“Hey.”

With Maron’s single word, the shop staff transformed into guards.

“Grr… You… Don’t think you can get away with this!”

“Yes. However, I would advise you not to underestimate merchants. Merchants act for the sake of money, but we also uphold certain principles. Those who contradict those principles, even if they are nobles, are not our customers.”

“Hmph! You’ll regret this later! You small fry won’t understand. I have connections with Margrave Cecilm!”

I somehow felt like I witnessed the moment when Grimm’s future was sealed.

“I’m leaving this place! Dammit!”

He kicked a display shelf out of frustration, causing it to crash loudly.

While the staff hurriedly apologized to the surrounding customers and fixed the mess, Grimm had disappeared along with the people around him.

“I apologize for showing such an unsightly scene. Although it may not be enough, as an apology, we will offer all products at half price from now on. Please enjoy your shopping as much as time allows.”

“Oh!”

“That’s generous!”

“Even with nobles, that kind of reaction was cool!”

“Midgard Trading Company is the best! I want to make a contract with them someday…”

It seemed like the hearts of the remaining people were captured.

Thinking about it, there was even a sense that most things had unfolded according to Maron’s intentions.

“I apologize for causing discomfort to our benefactors.”

“No, no, it’s not Maron-san’s fault.”

“But mentioning the name of the Margrave… that’s a bit troublesome.”

“Oh, I think you don’t need to worry about that,” I said, believing Gihren’s words. The so-called Margrave Cecilm probably sees some value in us.

I don’t know how much of that thought was conveyed, but Maron was laughing as he said this.

“Well… It’s been quite difficult to repay you.”