"So why did you reject these ideas?" asked Lazarus, who was also getting confused and running out of ideas. Almost everything he suggested was rejected by Arielle. Either the reason was too excessive, too simple, she doesn't like it, until it was too expensive, Arielle threw it.
"Actually, how much money do you have? Why not buy a handkerchief embroidered with gold thread? I think it is a simple but meaningful gift for a king."
Arielle glanced at Lucas and then reached into her pocket. She took out a small bag that she had been squeezing.
"That's all," said the girl.
Lazarus frowned, then opened the pouch. He was so surprised to find how little money contained inside the pouch.
"Huh? Just this? Aren't you a royal princess? Why are you so poor?" asked Lazarus without filtering his words making Arielle bite her lip.
The man just realized that he was talking to Arielle, who was a very delicate woman. Lazarus immediately cursed himself.