Sienna pushed aside the dark thoughts and turned to Harold.
"Grandpa Harold, when we reach Casa City, we should prepare a place to store the radishes."
Harold nodded.
"Yes, Miss. There are many estates near Casa City. We can buy a small manor, keep the radishes there, and sell them directly to the Markey Company."
Sienna's eyes brightened slightly.
"That is good."
She held up Lucien's gold medal.
"And with this token, we should be able to negotiate a better price, correct?"
Harold laughed.
"Yes, Miss. This gold medal is worth more than its weight in gold. Imagine Lucien's expression when he discovers that the mysterious black mage he admires has come to sell… vegetables."
For a moment, the heavy atmosphere cracked.
Tiara covered her smile.
Mirella's lips curved faintly.
Even Sienna laughed.
The sound was warm and light, like sunlight slipping through storm clouds.
Yet beneath her laughter, Sienna's resolve hardened.
The lesson of this journey was clear.
