Bell sat on the edge of the sofa, his mind swirling with thoughts of The aftermath of his near-death experience weighed,if Aiz hadn't watch over him after he pass out he would have been lost to the Dungeon's horrors.
As He ran a hand through his messy white hair,The door creaked open, and Eina Tulle entered, her expression one of quiet concern.
"Bell," she began, sitting down across from him with a serious look. "I didn't thought you would ignore my warning"
Bell winced slightly, knowing exactly what she meant. He had pushed his limits too far. He nodded slowly, his eyes flickering to the floor.
"It's not that I don't know," Bell said quietly, his voice tinged with frustration. " I was just to excited and didn't thought anything else ."
Eina clinching her fest stopping her self from lashing out taking a deep breath "now you got magic do you think your invincible, just look at your outfit."
Bell looked up his voice low "I don't have money for armour."
Eina raise the eyebrow as you recall the amount of money Bell have made "what did you do with your money?"
"I am saving for renting out,"Bell reply
"You can do it later on now you need a new armor, The Dungeon is too dangerous for running in pant and shirt"
Bell bit his lip."I don't think my money would be enough" Bell said.
Eina smiled,"you don't have to be worried about that I believe we can find something for you."
As Eina rose to leave, she paused and turned back toward him, her voice soft but determined. "Tomorrow you will go out with me to find a decent armour for you."
While Bell was thinking about
the armor he would buy tomorrow.
the world outside continued on, unaware of his struggles. Somewhere in the the city, another set of tensions was brewing.
The door swung open with a soft chime, and Shakti strode in, her eyes immediately locking onto the counter where Elna stood, her fingers nervously tapping against the terminal.
"Are you in charge here?" Shakti's voice was firm, her presence commanding.
Elna froze, her usual composure faltering under the weight of the captain's gaze. She forced a smile, but it trembled slightly. "I—I'm just the clerk. The owner is not around right now."
Shakti's expression hardened. "Then I'll speak to you. You're selling magical weapons without Guild approval. That needs to stop immediately."
Elna's throat tightened, and her eyes flicked to the weapons displayed on the walls, still unsold. "But... w-we don't have magic weapons," she stammered, her voice cracking under pressure.
Shakti's gaze softened slightly, but her stance remained resolute. "Yes, but your weapons are more dangerous than most magic ones. You're selling them without any registration. That's a violation. We can't let it continue."
Elna's lip trembled, and she instinctively took a step back. Tears welled in her eyes, a mix of frustration and helplessness overwhelming her. "You can't do that... There's no rule about these kinds of weapons!" she cried.
Before Shakti could respond, the door chimed again.
Luther stepped inside, his presence quiet but imposing. His sharp gaze immediately took in Elna's distress before shifting to Shakti.
"What's this about?" Luther asked, his voice calm, yet edged with an unmistakable authority.
Shakti turned toward him, her posture defensive. "You're the one behind this shop?" she informed . "You're selling dangerous weapons without Guild clearance. I'm here to stop it."
Luther stepped forward, his figure a wall between Elna and the adventurer captain. His voice was low but unwavering. "So, you want me to stop selling weapons" he said, his tone mocking. "I can definitely do that after all selling them outside the city is more profitable."
Shakti's brow furrowed deeply.she couldn't ignore Luther's words,if these weapons could flood into other countries it would pose a far greater threat to Orario's safety.
She hesitated, her thoughts racing. Her gaze shifted to Elna, who stood trembling, and then back to Luther, who watched her calmly, almost daring her to act rashly.
"I can't act on my own authority now," Shakti muttered under her breath, more to herself than anyone else. "I'll inform the gods. You should prepare for the possibility of your shop being sealed."
With a final, conflicted look at Luther, she exhaled slowly, her fists clenching and unclenching. "We won't tolerate the unchecked sale of dangerous weapons," she said firmly. Originally, she had wanted to threaten immediate with arrest — but if he run away that would be a problem.as for arresting that was something she didn't want to do right now.
Without another word, Shakti turned on her heel and exited the shop, her mind heavy with the weight of the decision ahead.
As The door clicked shut Elna wrung her hands anxiously, her breathing uneven.
She turned to Luther, her voice trembling. "W-What are we going to do now? If they close the shop... I won't have a job anymore."
Luther moved with unhurried precision, lowering the metal shutter over the front door with a sharp metallic rattle.
He turned to face her, his expression unreadable.
"You worry too much," he said, his voice devoid of concern.
Elna stared at him, her throat tightening. "But... but the Guild... the gods might get involved—!"
. "And?" Luther cut in smoothly, his voice steady. "Shops close. We shift."
He offered a shallow shrug. "You work for me," he continued, he continued, his tone softer but still firm. "As long as you wish to continue, there isn't anything which can stop you."
Elna bit her lip, the knot in her chest loosening slightly. "But... what about the weapons? What about everything you've built?"
Luther offered a faint smile, unfortunately it was covered by the mask. "We don't need a shop to sell weapons."
He moved past her, heading toward the counter, the conversation clearly finished in his mind.
Elna stood there for a long moment,thinking about what he said.
Luther didn't at the time to play with the Guild for him his current projects are for more important.