Reborn as the Last van Ambrose

"Please, tell me more about this debt," Grim said, his voice gentler than before.

Korin pulled another chair close to his wife, who leaned slightly against his shoulder, her breathing labored even at rest. The contrast between his powerful, scaled form and her delicate blue-tinged skin was striking.

"It began with my father," Korin explained. "He was full dragon, one of the few who chose to live among humans rather than in isolated dragon territories. He established this forge nearly fifty years ago."

"Dragons are known for accumulating wealth, not debt," Huangyan observed from her position near the window.

A sad smile crossed Korin’s face. "My father was... unusual for his kind. More interested in creation than accumulation. He spent his resources developing new forging techniques, particularly those involving mana manipulation."

"Which led to financial difficulties," Grim surmised.

"Yes. Twenty years ago, he needed significant capital to continue his research. Lord Julius Luminaris offered funding in exchange for exclusive rights to certain discoveries."

Naia coughed softly, and Korin paused to pour her water from a small pitcher.

"My father died unexpectedly before completing his work," Korin continued after ensuring his wife was comfortable. "According to the contract he signed, all debts transferred to his heirs. As his only child, I inherited both his techniques and his obligations."

"And the total amount?" Grim asked.

"Originally, thirty thousand imperial crowns," Korin replied. "A substantial sum, but potentially repayable through commissioned work."