Asmodeus held the bidding button, his eyes narrowed into slits, burning with enough anger that they almost set ablaze. He wanted to praise his wife, to kiss them all over and over after seeing this situation.
'I am foolish.'
He'd only planned to bring 10,000-20,000 credits at most.
Yet when Serena and Lumina learned of this, they spoke with Alice, who also scolded him, and before he knew it, the three women piled gold, gems, and other tradeable goods into his hands. Thanks to that, the total amount of imperial credits reached over twenty times his planned expenditure.
The night before he left, Velvet shyly left a sack of bills totalling 100,000 credits.
'Can I be like this, saving them all?'
He glanced at the other elves, realising that his plans and plot for the evening might have been too naïve in his thoughts. Asmodeus didn't consider himself a genius; he was just a normal 25-year-old with a bit of strength.
