It was evening in the domestic region when Charles Mcintosh received another call from Lilac Serval.
"Little Lilac."
He stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in his bedroom, gazing at the ink-stained sky.
"Charles, I've taken a liking to your house, and I want to buy it," Lilac Serval declared with the assertiveness of the Bandit King, not even blinking an eye.
"Hmm?" Charles squinted, not expecting the conversation to go there, "If you buy it from me, where would I live?"
"You've got plenty of money, and besides, you won't be able to come to Lonton for a while, right?"
"How do you want to buy it, and how much are you offering?"
Charles's lips curled into a smile, his eyes glinting with a deep, intense light, a bit more cheerful than usual.
"I only have 500,000 in savings, so I'll offer you 200,000 for it. Would you sell it?"
The amusement in the depths of Charles's eyes grew more apparent.
200,000?
She sure knew how to do business.
