Scritch-scritch.

In the room assigned to her, Sabina was hurriedly writing a report.

To the grand caravan master, most urgently.

From what I have been able to confirm, the lord here appears to have ties not only to dwarves but to elves. Besides the dwarf-made utensils and bowls, he holds mana goods that only elves can produce, and he is willing to sell them. They are timepieces worn on the wrist; their brilliant luster and precise mechanical movement make them the finest of the fine, unlike anything I have ever seen.

"I can't let this chance slip!"

Even as she wrote, Sabina had to calm her pounding heart.

She hadn't been this moved even the first time she saw a high-grade mana stone.

Kings and nobles prized honor.

To raise their honor higher, they lusted all the more after things other nobles didn't own.

And their greed for such things knew no bounds.

If the caravan could add elf watches to the dwarf tableware, it could truly win over the nobility.

A frenzy would sweep through them: a noble who didn't own these things could never raise his family's honor.

Please send a first-class caravan master at once.

The lord is especially fond of spent mana stones. If you also bring gold and jewels, I believe there is ample room to negotiate. He also seems to care unusually deeply for his people. Much of the caravan's remaining stock could likely be sold off here.

"If you can't eat what's put in front of you... you ought to hand in your merchant's license!"

Sabina's ambition as a merchant was enormous.

Her grandfather had once been a grand caravan master.

She wanted to win that glory back.

For the time being, I will act as this domain's exclusive merchant. Rumors may already have reached the other caravans. When you receive this report, please decide quickly and act.

The report was bold for a second-class caravan master, but Sabina didn't care.

The situation was that urgent.

There was a rule written in her family's secret book of trade.

Take the first pot properly,…