“…It’s not an artifact?” Lyla blinked. Even she didn’t think the item could be fake.

The man scowled and stared at Elena. “Are you trying to scam people?”

“No! What kind of person do you think I am? I just lost my chance to speak! I was going to tell her right now!”

The mage still seemed suspicious, and Zich intervened. “This lady tried to tell us something when you intruded our conversation. Based on the situation, it seemed like she was really trying to tell us the truth.”

“Is that so? Thank goodness then.” It seemed that the man was genuinely relieved.

‘It doesn’t seem like he intervened to torment Elena or anything,’ Zich thought. It seemed like the man had really tried to give his friendly advice to Zich and his companions. ‘Still, he seems to look down on her.’

“No matter how cheaply you sell it, can’t you stop trying to sell a fake artifact, lady?” the man asked.

“It’s none of your business,” Elena responded.

“Of course, I’m not in a position to tell you what to do, but as a mage who belongs to the magical tower, I want to ask you to do the right thing.” The man looked at the metal plate that Lyla was holding. “If word got out that people were selling useless goods here, the reputation...