Chapter 10 (1/2)
“Does it suit your taste?”
Sayre smiled as she asked Kynemeia, who was holding a mug on her hand.
Does it suit my taste? Kynemeia’s eyes narrowed.
“Isn’t this just milk?”
“Ah, do you want sugar?”
“No, forget it.”
“Lana! The Lady said she doesn’t need sugar!”
CLANK!
Kynemeia stared blankly at Lana, who threw away the sugar that she was carrying.
“My Lady, is it hot? Should I fan you?”
Lana asked, appearing suddenly with a fan on one hand, and Sayre proceeded to command her,
“Why would you ask that and trouble her? Until when are you going to stay passive, only doing what you’re told? Just fan her immediately.”
Kynemeia blinked faintly. The wind striking her felt like tickles.
“But what have you come to request in Behemoth, My Lady?”
“We specialize in producing—Oop!”
Sayre stifled Lana’s mouth and shook her head, then spoke somberly,
“We can even find a cat.”
Lana yanked down Sayre’s hand and nodded.
“We’re experts at finding cats.”
“Whenever this girl cries out, cats would clamour and come over at once.”
“Whenever this girl passes by, cats would go berserk and come over at once.”
Kynemeia was moved to tears, looking at the two sisters who looked like they would gladly kneel down if ordered to.
… So they’re this hungry.
“There’s no cat…”
She’d only begun speaking, but Lana promptly corrected her words.
“Then, we can catch dogs too.”
Sayre elbowed Lana and amended her statement.
“We can ‘find’ dogs.”
Grinning, Lana pointed at Sayre.
“She can ‘gather’ dogs well as well.”
Nudge, nudge, as the two elbowed the other, they started to curse at each other with their eyes.
“Those women are crazy I think.”
Eian, who had been watching it all, whispered loudly to Kynemeia.
“They can hear you…”
She replied quietly and rapped on his shoulder a couple of times.
‘Even if they look like that, those big sisters are extremely capable people who will strike gold and rake in money in the future.’
Kynemeia’s gaze shifted to look at Sayre and Lana individually before she opened her mouth,
“Lyonne would like to invest in Behemoth.”
“In… vest?”
Sayre stammered at the words she’d never expected to hear.
“The investment won’t be a meagre amount. In exchange, Lyonne would like an exclusive contract with Behemoth. We’d like you to run it as Lyonne’s affiliated guild.”
SLURP, Kynemeia sipped on the milk after her speech and observed them. Lana’s head was bowed, her waist bent and her arms folded, while Sayre had her hands clasped above her abdomen.
‘They’re being defensive.’
They were most likely deciding on the credibility of the proposal, and to what extent it extended to. Bringing up an investment out of nowhere would lead anyone to wonder whether this was a scam making use of kids as their front.
“It’s too… sudden of an offer.”
Just as Kynemeia had predicted, Sayre was mincing her words in a wary manner.
“We don’t know if we can meet your expecta—”
“You might know already, but my mother was the hero Irea Lyonne.”
“Ah…!”
“Ah!”
Twin exclamations echoed from Sayre and Lana. Being citizens of the Empire, even if they had no idea Irea Lyonne was her mother, there was no way they wouldn’t have known about the hero herself.