They had already toured the apartment, inspected every corner, and even stood out on the balcony overlooking the northern district. Now, back in the real estate office, the air felt heavier—business replacing awe.
The vampire spread a parchment across the polished oak table, smoothing the edges with her pale hand. A faint glow from the mana lamps lit up the inked lines of the contract. Mayla sat beside Trafalgar, still carrying a quiet smile from earlier, though her eyes were fixed now on the deal about to unfold.
"As agreed," the vampire began, her tone as smooth as velvet, "the apartment stands at two thousand gold. A reduced price, thanks to the favor I owe Arden and Marella. Once signed, it will officially belong to you."
Trafalgar leaned back in his chair, arms crossed over his chest. His dark-blue eyes fixed on her with unflinching calm. "Two thousand. Better than three, I'll admit. But for what this place offers, it's still too much."
