Transaction
“Missy……I have some nice products”
A single man spoke to Mira, who’s going around confusedly choosing dresses. He’s a youngster, who’s probably in his late 20s, with a pair of discerning, sharp eyes, a pair of black-rimmed spectacles, and was giving out an air that’s distinctively different from Pucit Street’s liveliness.
“Eh, really? Where, whereー”
Naturally, the happy-go-lucky butler asks innocently.
“It is not over here. I will lead the way from now on, but I hope you can call your companion along as well”
“Eh, what does that――”No need for that. I’m already, here after all”
Before Mira asks him back, the Dark Magician was standing behind her. The bespectacled youngster glances at Asch and bows deeply.
“Nice to meet you. My name is Schwinn”
“Same here. My name is――”Nice to meet you! I am the butler, Mira!””
・・・
“My name is Asch＝Dahl. I am the master of the incompetent, idiotic, and inconsiderate butler who introduces herself before me, her employer. Pleased to make your acquaintance”
As always, the Dark Magician gives his greetings gracefully, politely, and plenty sarcastically.
“Eh, was it no good?”
She asks and opens her eyes widely.
“……I would very much like to know why you thought it would be fine instead. In the first place, is it necessary for the butler to give her greetings?”
“Eh! I cannot!?”
“There’s probably no need to”
“Guguu……stingyy!”
“……”
‘How in the world did she arrive at that word’, not even Asch, who boasts of being the number one researcher on the continent, could begin to understand.
“Erm……”
“Oops, excuse me. Well then, shall we go”
“Yes. Well then, over here”
Schwinn walks in front of the pair and leads their way.
“I guess this is……jackpot”
Asch quietly mutters. The youngster is neither being overly modesty nor is he buttering up to him.
“Somehow, he feels like a grim person huh”
“……”
It didn’t convey to this butler, at all.
“It’s better if you cultivated your eyes for people a little more”
“Eh! Is that person a good person?”
“……leaving your standard for a good person aside, it seems there’s no doubt that he’s competent at the very least. There’s almost no doubt, that he’ll sell me what I desire”
“Hmーm. What does he sell?”
“Hmm……well, I guess let me just say that there’s no need for somebody like you to know”
“Eeh! Why, please tell me”
“……”
While staring at Mira, who says and puffs up her cheeks, Asch silently places his hands on the girl’s cheeks and squashes them. While having such a trifling back and forth, the pair follow behind Schwinn.
Asch’s judgement was right on the mark.
And then, too is Mira’s judgement.
By the characteristics of their products, they’re called.
‘Merchants of Death’
