"...So what am I supposed to do then?"
Rinara's voice came out quiet, but heavy with weight.
"Should I accept the rental offer?
Or sever everything—cut off all ties completely and move on?"
She hesitated again, eyes drifting toward the towering stained-glass windows of the hall.
"The rental offer… is outrageous.
Outrageously generous.
So generous, it feels insulting.
As if he's not just paying us—he's trying to fund us.
He's offering fifty thousand pearls per year.
That's Five millions per century.
In fact… what we would earn in a single century would surpass what we've collected over tens of thousands of years combined!"
"Five Millions every century?!"
Elinor's face went white for a brief second, her pupils narrowing.
But then, just as quickly, the familiar grimace of suspicion returned.
"Hey, Don't tell me… you're actually considering this?!"
"And why shouldn't I?" Rinara's tone was calm, controlled—almost too calm.
