"Chief Divine! This item of yours is truly... a splendid piece!..."
The setting sun casts its light, the flock of birds flies far away. The camp is cooking at the station, rising wisp of smoke. And at a corner around the station, Woodpecker Aitz rubs his forehead, revealing a wry smile on his face.
"It's just..."
"Just what?"
"It's just a bit too good... I'm afraid I can't quite handle it..."
Upon hearing this, the Red Hair leader Mique's eyes flickered. He squints again, grinning like a wolf and says.
"How strange! Who dislikes things for being too good... If you don't buy them, we'll sell them to someone else! Don't say we didn't give you a chance!!"
"Ah! Selling to others... ah! No!"
Upon hearing this, Woodpecker Aitz trembles inside, feeling as if he's about to lose something crucial. He didn't even catch the veiled threat in the Red Hair leader's words and quickly shouts.
"No! I want them! They're mine! Mine! I will buy!!"
