Inside Gustave's crystal-lined chest, Sienna and the others gathered.
The rhythmic clatter of bone echoed softly beneath their feet as the undead moved steadily along the road.
Sienna withdrew the gold medal and handed it to Harold.
"Grandpa Harold," she said, her voice carrying unmistakable excitement, "with this token, our plans should become much easier, right?"
Harold turned the medal over in his weathered fingers, the engraved Bana flower glinting in the fading light.
A satisfied smile spread across his face.
"Yes, Miss. This will be of tremendous help."
He looked up.
"Lucien is the second son of the Markey Clan and oversees their business in the Silver Duchy. His favor will benefit House Vale greatly."
Sienna frowned thoughtfully.
"Will anyone suspect us?"
Harold shook his head.
"They should not, as long as we sell the magic radishes quickly and return to the Black Waste."
His eyes gleamed.
