Chapter 33: Decision And Conditions
Alaric lay in bed, eyes open and unmoving, staring at the soft magical lights embedded in the ceiling. Faint glows shimmered across the ornate surface, mimicking starlight.
The room was quiet—too quiet. Not a whisper of wind, not a breath of disturbance. The kind of silence that only made the thoughts louder.
He had been thinking. All night.
About Virellen's proposal. About business. About becoming a merchant, of all things.
Really? Me? A merchant?
It wasn't a bad idea. In fact, it was a brilliant one. And it annoyed him that he hadn't thought of it first.
But the more he turned it over in his head, the more he realized something obvious—he didn't know anything about business.
He didn't know how to make a business plan. He didn't know how to raise funds, manage logistics, or deal with supply chains, or whatever other nonsense came with starting a merchant company.
And he especially didn't know the magical equivalent of the internet or nuclear bombs or industrialization.
All he knew about was Web development because he worked in an IT company in his previous life.
And yet... there was a spark. A realization—quiet at first, then burning a little brighter.