Chapter 107: If He Can Really Pull It Off, I’ll March Over There and Marry Him Myself!
Chapter 107: If He Can Really Pull It Off, I’ll March Over There and Marry Him Myself!
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On the surface, her words sounded perfectly fair.
But faced with such an obvious setup, a wave of self-preservation—and the instincts of someone who’d dodged more than a few scams—swept through Wilma’s mind.
In an instant, the confidence that had lit up her face was replaced by a prickling sense of caution.
“What exactly is your plan for handling these orders?” she demanded, her tone sharp.
It was true—the Imperial Capital and all the surrounding cities had already been stripped clean of every halfway competent alchemist by the Royal Noble Magic Academy. Not a single one remained.
Even if they tried to source supplies and labor from farther afield, the sheer volume was overwhelming. No matter how much gold they threw at the problem, there simply wasn’t enough time to fulfill everything that was needed.
Or… could this guy really have some trick up his sleeve?