Chapter 291: Arguments, Apologies, and the Child Who Chose the Next Dress
Elyn's POV
Well, where was the lie in that?
Zorathys wasn't wrong. Azerion had no money. He had never had money. He would probably never have money, at least not in any quantity that mattered when it came to five hundred gabin dresses in high-end fox demon establishments.
"I thought I could pay for it," Azerion argued, his voice carrying that particular note of defiance that only children who knew they were losing an argument could produce.
"And you cannot," Zorathys told him, his tone as lazy as ever. "You have no money."
"I have about ten gabin."
Zorathys's eyebrows rose slightly. It was a small movement, barely noticeable, but I caught it.
"Ten gabin," he repeated slowly.
Azerion nodded, looking almost proud.
"And that is not even enough to buy you the snacks you eat in a single day," Zorathys continued. "It's no wonder you actually steal them."
