บท 229: Lords and Ladies We don't Bother with Truly

A happy squeal came from the angel as she shared her other custard pie with Larkin, letting him take bites from the pie. Even if she really liked chocolate, she would rather consume custard pies in moderation. As she leaned on Larkin like he was the pillow instead, she remembered that matter about the accessory shop.

As she relayed the story to Larkin, his formerly satisfied countenance grew dark. Before she could ask what he thought about it, the archduke had grown cold. "Hmph, daring not to sell to the archduchess of Ellis Plains? Whatever comes after that shop is deserving to rain down upon him. Being an elf doesn't entitle him of any privilege not to sell to you."

"Oh, so the high nobility does hate it when someone refuses to sell to them? I thought it was just House Talcum..." Artie's eyes blinked. Then again, this shouldn't be happening frequently, right?