383 WHY BAD FEELINGS ARE NEVER WRONG

"PLEASE MIND your language, Prince Nero," Bram, the crow bastard, scolded her. "Do you know what merchant guild sells the jewels the Wisterias harvest from the Hisa Tree to the Hazelden Kingdom?"

"According to the Wisterias, it's the Luca Merchant Guild…" Neoma trailed off when realization dawned on her, then she clenched her hands tight. "Luca Merchant Guild. De Luca. It was you."

Bram smiled and nodded. "I may or may not have influenced the dumb royals of the Hazelden Kingdom to sell their weapons to the enemy nations behind the empire's back," he said vaguely. "And while I'm at it, I also sneaked here and worked hard to be a Holy Knight. All of that just to poison the High Priest and the Holy Knights with my Darkness attribute."

It was annoying how the crow bastard talk about it as if it was an easy feat.