That Time I Got Turned Into a Dragonoid

Vesilisa, The Captain Of Holy Knights

Yumi sat casually on her chair, a sly smirk playing on her lips as she leaned back. Across the table sat Liorra, her expression tense and determined. The room was quiet except for the faint crackle of the fireplace in the corner.  "So, how do we start?" Yumi asked with a playful tone, her smirk widening.  

Liorra leaned forward, her hands clasped tightly on the table. "Just give me the price you want to sell the recipe for the Golden Apple," she said firmly, her gaze sharp.  

Yumi chuckled softly, shaking her head. "Oh, come on. You know I'm not going to give that up," she replied mockingly, her tone dripping with amusement.  

Of course, Liorra already knew that. If she had the recipe, why would she need to buy Golden Apples from Dreadhaven? She could just produce her own and cut Yumi out entirely. But this was a ploy, a move to see if Yumi would slip up.  

What Liorra didn't know was that there *was* no recipe. The Golden Apples were a result of Scarlett's dense mana, something no one else could replicate unless they had the same extraordinary power.  

Still, Yumi decided to play along, her expression calm and composed as she pretended there was a secret formula.  

Liorra's lips tightened into a bitter smile. "Fine, then tell me the price you're willing to sell the Golden Apples for."  

Yumi tapped her finger against the table, feigning deep thought before replying casually, "One hundred gold coins each."  

The words hit Liorra like a thunderclap. Her eyes widened in shock as she shot up from her chair, slamming her fist on the table. "One hundred gold coins only? That's ridiculous! People would still buy them if you sold them for a thousand. No, even two thousand gold coins!"  

Yumi didn't flinch. Instead, she leaned forward slightly, her smirk never wavering. "Of course, I know that," she said smoothly, her tone as calm as ever. "But you see, I'm a kind girl. We just want to help people, not exploit them. So, a hundred gold coins per apple is enough for us. You can sell them for one hundred and fifty if you want and still make a nice fifty percent profit."  

Liorra froze, her mind racing as she processed Yumi's words. Slowly, she lowered herself back into her chair, her sharp eyes narrowing at Yumi.  

"You don't understand what you're doing," Liorra said quietly, her voice laced with frustration. "If you set the price so low, people from all over the world will flood you with orders. How will you even meet that kind of demand?"  

Yumi rested her chin on her hand, her smirk softening into a confident smile. "Oh, don't worry about that," she said nonchalantly. 

Yumi stood up from her chair, a determined look on her face. "Come with me!" she said, her voice carrying a sense of urgency.'s time. Right now, it's just you and me who can still talk," she said casually, as if the situation wasn't unusual at all.

"Oh… sorry, I forgot you could control time," Bruce said, his voice now calmer but still embarrassed. "Actually, the council meeting has been arranged. And as captain of the holy knights, you're expected to attend too."