Two weeks had passed since the Great Gold Heist.
The capital had settled into a tense, brittle rhythm. The gold Elian had "liberated" was successfully funding the reinforcement of the Western Wall, Valdus was reportedly "vacationing" in the south (hiding), and the name Rowena was spoken only in curses.
Elian sat at his desk in the Steward's Office. He looked different. His uniform was tailored, his hair was trimmed, and he wore the Silver Wolf Ring with the casual arrogance of a man who ran the castle.
But currently, he looked like he was about to scream.
[System Update: War Time Economy Active.][All Shop Prices Increased by 300%.]
"Price gouging?" Elian hissed at the blue screen. "You're a magical interface, not a gas station!"
He checked his inventory.
[Current LP: 250.] (Grinded from daily chores like 'Berating Mrs. Gable' and 'Organizing Socks').
[Active Status Effect: Fertility Blocker.][Time Remaining: 48 Hours.]
Elian felt a cold sweat break out on his neck.
