That very day, Oslo felt that something horrifying came to visit. It wasnât common for the door of the Ronata Atelier to open without a knock.
âWho is it?!â
A dangerous man appeared with a sword in hand tucked in his robe.
At first glance, the black clad man looked clean, but Oslo could see the blood seeping from the manâs sword. It wasnât a normal sword, it looked like a sword with its own consciousness.
âA human to have such an awe-inspiring sword like that? Is he really human?â
As a dwarf and not a human, Oslo was confident in his strong sixth sense. He can clearly feel an overwhelming energy through his skin.
âWelcome, human.â
Oslo spoke with his tense body. The man did not respond. He just passed by everything inadvertently.
Several nobles who were standing near the shelves were also tense and stiffened their stomachs.
Oslo looked around instinctively. Citrina wasnât here since she was away for a while, so he was alone.
âWhat are you looking for?â
The man did not answer him. His eyes were deeply obscured, so he couldnât tell what he was looking at.
The man slowly walked towards Oslo, sweeping his gaze on the shelves.
There was a moment of silence.
Osloâs tense body was in vain, it seems like the man was really just a customer.
âI want to buy this.â
The voice was low and dull with a finger pointed on an object.
Oslo was silently astonished, seeing where his finger was pointing.
âWhy?â
His expression turned from astonishment into amazement. Nobles also frequented here like fishes in the sea.
âThat?â
âReally. No eyes to see-â
The nobles whispered as their eyes were filled with interest, but soon shut their mouths.
Oslo was also confused. It was a necklace made of Peridot, the first jewelry handcrafted by Citrina was picked by this man.
âItâs not something that your mouths can flap for.â
It was a monotonous yet cold voice.
The design was beautiful, but anyone who knows the value of jewelry will never buy it. Citrina had no skills in crafting. The child wasnât good at it.
âWe-, well, there are a lot of other good gems.â
The man replied with an obviously serious voice, âI donât need anything else.â
âItâs not for sale, so itâs not priced.â
Even so, Oslo opened the shelf, and carefully took out the jewelry from its container and also the craftsmanâs tag.
The name âCitrina Foluinâ was written on it.
Focusing on the flow of air around him, Oslo didnât notice that the manâs gaze was sharply directed towards the name.
âI donât know why, but I think he really wants this. Now, how much do I sell it for?â
Osloâs business concern had begun, but the worry was practically useless. Itâs because the man threw out a thick bag.
âIâll take it for this price.â
Oslo reached out his hand to the bag the man threw out, who took the jewel immediately after. His eyes widened when he looked into the bag he opened.
âNo, that, I donât need so many gold coins⦠â
âThe work is worth that much.â
âEh?â
The man who valued the craft decided that Oslo was no longer worth talking.
âAh⦠â
Leaving the sighing dwarf behind, the man turned to leave. Oslo stared blankly at his back.
When the man opened the door and tried to leave, in a good timing, the sound of footsteps was heard from behind.
âOh, we have a new guest.â
Citrina exclaimed in a bright voice and patted Osloâs shoulder.
-Stop-
The man who heard her voice stopped.
âRight. This is the customer who bought your craft. Why donât you say helloâ¦â
âOh, really?â
Citrinaâs eyes widened in surprise. He must have heard her voice, but the man immediately closed the door and left.
When she first entered, the feeling of pressure disappeared as if the melting of snow, and his back looked as if he was embarrassed.
As a dwarf, his sharp foresight perceived it strange.
âDo they know each other?â
At first glance, Citrina seemed indifferent, but it also doesnât look like sheâs hiding a big story. It didnât even give off a dark energy.
âI think thereâs something I donât know.â
Osloâs eyes narrowed.
âWhy did he go out in a rush?â
Citrina asked cheerfully, but Oslo was looking at something else.
âI donât know.â
Oslo looked down at the floor. There were traces of blood that definitely werenât his.
Citrina, who had yet to see it, looked at the storage shelf and smiled.
There were a lot of crossing sections on the jewel and it had a rough surface, but she refused to make beautifully crafted jewels and jewels with perfectly organized designs.
Somehow, itâs good for her.
âHe has good eyes just like me.â
Citrina whispered happily.
âYes. Since he said he would definitely buy it.â
âHe must have recognized that Iâll do great in the future.â
She didnât want to make a deep meaning out of it.
It wasnât a bad thing that the first piece she made was sold at a high price whether itâs someone who doesnât know how to judge gems, or someone who cares less with overflowing with money.
The point was, she got quite a fortune on her hands.
âI made money, so letâs eat something delicious today.â
âUs?â
âYes. I learned that if you sell your first work, you need to treat.â
Oslo was evidently embarrassed.
â⦠Okay.â
Even as he gave his permission, he felt a subtle quivering feeling.
âI wanted to give my first work to either Aron or Desian, but itâs already sold, so I couldnât. Can I give them something better?â
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