The Little Zone Master

Asher didn't need her warning to know that causing any trouble with her would mean death. As expected, the Zone Master has the final judgment on anything.

But he never expected a little human girl to be the Zone Master, or was this some kind of elaborate disguise? 

Asher chuckled softly, stepping forward with a gentle, disarming smile, "I'm simply a customer," he began, his voice soothing and steady, "I need a common-grade health potion for my level. Can you help with that?"

The little girl, arms still confidently crossed over her chest, pursed her lips as she considered Asher. 

After a moment, she named her price, "That would be 200 Mana Shards," she announced, her voice echoing in the silent shop. Her eyes never left his, her expression daring him to protest.

A blink was the only sign of surprise from Asher. The price was enough to wipe out 2 entire Hunter Groups, yet this little Zone Master declared it as if it were a pittance.