A Battle of Wealth
She raised one hand to cover her mouth, trying to suppress her laughter.
Her long silver-white hair slipped over her shoulder, catching the warm glow of the private room's lanterns.
After the cleansing of her body, her skin had become as smooth and pale as porcelain, while her fitted snow-white robe and pale-blue sash gave her an almost otherworldly elegance.
"Teacher, you're too bad. How can you trick people like this?"
Rias spoke from the side.
Her long red hair flowed down her back, and her large red eyes were still filled with disbelief. She had genuinely thought Leon wanted the Crimson Mystic Sword. When he had casually thrown out a bid of one hundred million coins, even she had been startled.
One hundred million.
That was not a casual bid.
That was the kind of number that could make an entire household hesitate.
And yet Leon had simply walked away from it.
Rias shook her head slightly, still trying to understand him.
