"More money?"
Isadella repeated the term.
This is the third time this evening I've experienced such astonishment, she thought. The first was while watching that little film of mine in the dream, and the second was when faced with such a direct confession.
Before making the invitation, I had envisioned many possibilities in my mind. Perhaps an outright rejection, or a request for some time to consider, or even him making various demands.
But in my view, even if demands were made, Shiayar's demands should not be so superficial—Removing the enrollment restrictions at the Extraordinary Academy, popularizing enlightening books, eliminating class barriers, achieving a great unified human civilization… Proposals like those would be more fitting for the master of such a grand dream.
Yet Shiayar managed to surprise her again and again.
"You want money?" Isadella asked, a trace of uncertainty in her voice.
