In a guest room of Sapphire, a cultural complex in District J, Oliver and Edith sat down for a conversation.
âDonât thank me. I didnât agree to this meeting because I wanted to.â
Edith waddled over to the sofa and sat down. He seemed to be panting lightly, even after just a little bit of walking.
âI agreed to meet because of the publicâs watchful eyes.â
âDo you, too, care about the publicâs perception?â Oliver asked, watching Edith undoing his belt. His belly fat spilled out like cream onto his thighs.
âAh⌠Time certainly has passed. The solver who came to the brothel to get a job from me is now questioning me, huh?â
âAh, I apologize if I upset you. I didnât mean to offend you. I just thought that you, Mr. Edith, would always be confident and wouldnât care about othersâ perceptions.â
Oliver added, fearing a possible misunderstanding.
Edith gave Oliver a sharp look, his eyes piercing. Though they lacked any special power, they carried a deep insight that seemed to penetrate a personâs heart.
ââŚListen.â
âYes, Mr. Edith.â
âBring me some liquor. Iâm thirsty.â
Edith pointed to the bottle of liquor on the table. Oliver complied, fetching the bottle and a glass to pour him a drink.
After taking a sip, Edith spoke again.
âYou should have a drink too. Itâs not fair if Iâm the only one drinking.â
Without any reason to refuse, Oliver nodded and used magic to fetch a distant glass from the table, filling it with liquor.
Watching this, Edith commented.
âAmazing. I knew you were a Rare case, but I didnât know you could control mana so well?â
âUm, Iâve been practicing a bit.â
âPracticing⌠I didnât know mana could be handled so easily. Thatâs impressive.â
âThank you for your compliment.â
âItâs not a compliment. Itâs just stating a fact⌠I thought you had met a sage or something and learned how to use magic.â
Edithâs comments were bold and straightforward. Oliver didnât show any reaction on the surface but was taken aback.
ââŚMay I ask why you thought so?â
âWhatâs there to ask? Using mana is difficult, thatâs why. There are truckloads of people who have mana but canât use it, making them ineffective wizards.â
âUm, I see.â
ââŚAlso, your level of knowledge is quite intriguing.â
âMy level of knowledge?â
âYes, I heard why you fought with the wizard. You insulted him, saying that fire power development is outdated and the pure magic factionâs development method is better? You spat in his face.â
âUm⌠I didnât mean to insult him, and I didnât spit in his face. I just expressed my opinion that the pure magic faction has higher growth potential. Fire power development also has room for growth, but in about 50 years-â
â-Thatâs exactly what Iâm talking about.â
Edith sharply narrowed his eyes and pointed out.
âThatâs a statement you canât make unless your level of knowledge backs it up. And accumulating that kind of specialized knowledge is anything but easy. The Tower guys keep their knowledge under wraps⌠thatâs why I thought you might have met a sage or something. A crazy sage who even teaches magic to a warlock.â
âAhâŚâ
Oliver admired Edithâs sharp wits.
While there were slight deviations, he had managed to infer the general situation from just a few pieces of the puzzle.
In a way, this was even more impressive than the vision of a warlock that sees through emotions.
As expected, his reputation as a master negotiator in Landa was not unearned.
âNow that I mentioned it, Iâm curious. Even if youâre self-taught in magic, how did you acquire such knowledge?â
âUm⌠Iâve been killing wizards on the job and reading their books and research diaries?â
âOh⌠That sounds like a stretch, but itâs not completely impossible. Good answer. Stick to that.â
While Edith didnât believe Oliverâs words, he didnât probe further. In fact, he even supported his justification.
He seemed to be considerate despite the skepticism.
He spoke again.
âWell, weâve had enough idle chat, why donât you tell me why you wanted to see me? I hope itâs an interesting story.â
âOh, right⌠I requested this meeting because I wanted to propose a deal to you, Mr. Edith.â
âA deal?â
âYes.â
âHAHAHAHA-!!â
Upon hearing Oliverâs response, Edith burst into laughter.
It was a malicious laugh that could make anyone feel uncomfortable, but Oliver didnât flinch.
After a while, Edith wiped away tears and spoke.
âAh, sorry for laughing⌠Actually, Iâm not sorry. It was a funny story. Tell me. What are you thinking of trading with me, a pauper with nothing to offer but violence? Or what? Are you planning to sell some kind of elixir?â
âOh, how did you know?â
âWhat do you mean how did I know? This damned city is filled with such peddlers like pebbles. From roadside warlocks to life school members. They all covet my money. Each time, I tell them to buzz off.â
âIs there a reason?â
âBecause I already have a dealer. Itâs disappointing. I thought you were an interesting guy.â
âIâm sorry for disappointing you⌠But, may I ask one more question?â
âWhat is it? If itâs not worth answering, Iâm leaving this room immediately.â
âIs the medicine youâre buying from that dealer the Blood Elixir ?â
Blood Elixir.
As Oliver mentioned this, Edith seemed outwardly undisturbed, but he was greatly perturbed.
As if a secret had been exposed.
Nonetheless, he made an effort to regain his composure and tried hard to understand the current situation. This was quite admirable.
ââŚSo, your question means you already know that Iâm a user of the Blood Elixir ?â
Admitting frankly, Edith looked at Oliver who nodded in response.
âIâm not certain, it was just a guess.â
âIt doesnât matter. Whether itâs certainty or a guess, itâs all the same. The Blood Elixir is a rare medicine not easily identified⌠How did you come to know about the Blood Elixir? Itâs not something just anyone can know about.â
âUm⌠Thatâs a little difficult to answer.â
âHuh⌠A refusal?â
âYes, since this is a negotiation after all.â
In response to Oliverâs answer, Edith wore a surprised expression before breaking into hearty laughter once more.
âAh⌠Thatâs right. Youâre right. Trade is something done between equals, and equals canât force responses from each other. You got me there.â
âNo, I didnât mean it like that. I respect you, Mr. Edith.â
âEnough with the flattery. Why are you here to propose a deal? Iâm more curious about that.â
ââŚAs far as I know, youâre running low on the Blood Elixir you possess. Am I correct?â
âThatâs right, Iâm not even surprised anymoreâŚâ
Edith did not deny it, but admitted it honestly.
He was certain that Oliver already knew everything.
âIâve been having a hard time lately because the medicine suddenly canât be found. Iâve been making do by rationing it and itâs a bit of a hassle. My fucking wife and kids are hoping I might fall again⌠Is that related to you?â
Oliver thought for a moment, then shook his head.
It was Zenon Bright, a staff at Magic Tower, who was involved with Bathory, not Dave, the solver of District T.
At least officially, that is.
âWell, fine⌠But why?â
âIâm not certain, but I think I might be able to supply you with the Blood Elixir. Would you be willing to trade with me?â
âHmm⌠When I hear such an absurd story, I become calm instead.â
âYou might not believe me-â
â-No, itâs not that I donât believe you. Even though itâs a surprising story, I strangely trust you because itâs you.â
His words were sincere, and Oliver responded.
âThank you for your trust.â
âDonât thank me. Itâs not you I trust, but my own judgment⌠What Iâm worried about is what you want from me, judging by the fact you called me here to propose a deal, it seems like you want something more than money.â
âYes, youâre right. Youâre very smart.â
âI said I donât need your flattery⌠Tell me what you want.â
Edith became wary. Oliver spoke.
âI want to hear the rest of your answer.â
Furrowing his brows, Edith voiced his confusion.
âAnswer? What answer?â
âDo you remember when I asked you here a long time ago what you thought of Miss Jane⌠Do you not remember?â
ââŚI remember. And you said you liked hearing voluntary answers and that I didnât have to answer if I didnât want to.â
âI think now might be that voluntary moment.â
âAre you crazy?â
âI apologize. Iâm not crazy, Iâm just curious. I think I need to hear your answer while youâre still alive.â
âYouâre out of your mind. With that incredible medicine, you ask such a question⌠Do you know how valuable that medicine is?â
âI donât know its value, but I roughly understand its efficacy. I know itâs a medicine that gives health and vigor to men and the blessing of youth to women.â
âYou know well. Itâs not just a well-taken medicine⌠It can free you from financial issues for the rest of your life and gives you immense influence over anyone. Itâs a miracle drug. But, you would use that medicine just to hear what I think about Jane?â
âYes.â
Oliver responded without a hint of hesitation.
His reply was so firm that Edith couldnât argue back.
He always felt that Oliverâs way of thinking was very different from ordinary peopleâs.
It was frighteningly so.
âI really canât understand. Seriously.â
âIt might just be individual differences. I also like money, but while I can earn money through other means, only you can satisfy my curiosity.â
âWhy the hell do you want to know what I think about Jane?â
âUm⌠Because itâs a strange emotion thatâs hard for me to understand?â
âWhat?â
Oliver looked at Edith with his hands clasped. His eyes shone peculiarly, as if he was appreciating a piece of art.
âMr. Edithâs emotions towards Miss Jane are quite strange. At first, I thought you wanted to give your wealth to Miss Jane because you liked her, but that wasnât the case.â
âOf course. That girl is just bait for me to annoy my fucking wife and kids who consider me dead-â
â-So, I thought you disliked Miss Jane, but that wasnât it either. Beyond simply liking or disliking her, your emotions were complex. A mix of hatred and affection, guilt, and pride⌠You spit harsh words at Miss Jane because of this, right? You dislike her but also want her to live strongly?â
âSeems like youâve been reading strange novels. Such-â
â-Mr. Edith, you donât have to answer my questions, but please donât lie. Itâs sad.â
Despite his rudeness in cutting him off, Edith couldnât dare to argue, overwhelmed by Oliverâs energy.
He was certainly a sloppy, flimsy-looking man, but at this moment, he felt an indescribable chill.
It was enough to silence even himself, who had survived by gambling in Landaâs stock market.
Silence reigned once again.
ââŚWhat will you do if I donât answer?â
ââŚYouâre not going to answer?â
âIâm thinking about it.â
âUm⌠Thatâs troublesome. I hadnât really thought that far.â
ââŚAre you fucking crazy?â
Edith asked as if he couldnât believe it, but it was true.
Oliver had seen Edith three times and knew how obsessed he was with life.
The evidence was his consumption of medicine made from blood for life extension.
Therefore, he thought Edith would accept his proposal, and hadnât even considered the opposite.
Yet now, he seemed to be rejecting him.
He was a little confused.
âUm⌠Just to confirm, are you really not going to talk?â
âEven though I am obsessed with life in a disgraceful way, I also have strong self-esteem. I have no intention of kowtowing to a whelp like you just because he threatens me.â
He was not bluffing, but sincere.
He valued his self-esteem more than his life, and at the same time, he didnât want to talk about his feelings toward Jane. More than death. He was utterly resolved.
âThen thereâs nothing I can do⌠Iâll just give it to you.â