Shortly after.
The two arrived at the guild headquarters where Rockefeller was.
The security team from Lyon, who had arrived earlier, began to control the people of Lyon in the narrow alleys, and the two who got off the carriage met Rockefeller and his assistant who had been waiting for them.
Ricardo Ismail.
After the Ismail family had fallen due to the stigma of heresy, almost no one knew his face accurately.
As the nickname "A Thousand Faces" suggested, he disguised himself with a different face whenever he revealed his power or tried to kill someone, so the two royals did not recognize him when he was with Rockefeller.
Even if they had met in the past, Ricardo's face would have been different from now.
"Welcome, Your Highness. I heard you were coming, so I came out to greet you."
Despite Rockefeller and his assistant's courteous greeting, the prince sneered and headed straight into the guild headquarters.
At the same time, Rockefeller, who straightened his bowed waist, accidentally met the eyes of the woman who had been staring at him.
'Trinity?'
The Blade Queen.
Among the heroines of the protagonist, she was the most important character.
Like her brother, she had red and blue eyes, and her appearance was naturally perfect without any flaws.
'I knew we'd meet someday, but I didn't expect it to be here.'
"Your Highness Trinity, it is an honor to meet you. I am Rockefeller Rothsmedici. Please feel free to call me Rockefeller."
She seemed a bit surprised by the much younger man than she had expected.
'I thought he was older by the stories I heard.'
She was about to say something but eventually closed her mouth tightly.
'No, there's no need for us to get along. We won't have a good relationship anyway.'
Since the prince looked down on Rockefeller, she decided to take the same attitude as the prince.
After all, she was on the prince's side.
So, she left only a cold impression and followed the prince who had gone ahead into the guild headquarters.
Rockefeller, left alone in front of the guild headquarters, smiled faintly.
'It's quite a spectacular start. Well, they have no reason to treat me kindly. They probably came to threaten me in the first place.'
The price of the not-yet-determined magic stone tank was prepared for today's meeting.
'I wonder if they know that if they're mean to me, the tank price could easily double or triple.'
Probably not.
Rockefeller chuckled and headed to the guild headquarters with his assistant, Ricardo, when he suddenly had a thought.
'It seems they didn't recognize Ricardo.'
A Thousand Faces.
However, contrary to his nickname, his real face was not disguised when they first met.
'His real face poses no threat, is comfortable to live with, and only reveals his identity in places where there is no worry about being exposed... Disguised faces must be uncomfortable anyway.'
"Let's go in, too."
Rockefeller entered his shop and guild headquarters and began to treat the two visiting royals with utmost care.
A short while later, in the prepared seat.
The somewhat arrogant prince stared at Rockefeller and began to rhythmically move one leg crossed over the other.
In the awkward silence.
Rockefeller, who took a sip of the tea brought by his assistant, coughed lightly and began to speak.
"Ahem! I never expected both of you to visit such a humble place. I hurriedly prepared upon hearing the news, so I hope you understand even though I have nothing prepared."
Before starting.
The prince, with a mocking smile, opened his mouth.
"We don't usually come to places like this. Isn't this a place where people who are destined for hell do business?"
It was a well-known fact that the perception of moneylenders was not good.
But to say it so openly.
"Ha ha, that's why my heart is always with the church. This is a job to make a living, but to go to heaven after death, we must always keep Saint John in our hearts, right?"
"So where do you think you'll go when you die? Hell? Or somewhere worse than hell?"
As Rockefeller smiled without answering, the prince casually continued.
"You know why we came. I openly warned the previous guild leader, and you probably know about it."
The prince's words continued.
"I'll just say it simply. If you want to continue your business, whether you go to hell later or not, cut off your ties with the Sinclair family. And from now on, support me. Then everything will be fine."
The prince finished speaking and leisurely waited for the response.
And he thought.
The response would be quite obvious.
But that was his mistake.
Rockefeller gave the least likely answer he had expected in this situation.
“I'm terribly sorry, Your Highness. But I cannot do that.”
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