Chapter 88

In the middle of the town of Boalcel, at an open terrace seat of a popular café.

I sat with Jeanne and looked out at the town.

"Really... I can't say anything but amazing."

"Hm?"

"Those two over there, and the medium-sized one that just turned the corner. They were all using the dragon tools you made, right?"

"Ah."

I nodded slightly.

Jeanne was quite observant.

The three she pointed out were indeed using the dragon tools I had created.

Through the dragon tool shop "Shadow Roll," I had distributed a large number of dragon tools to the market.

The items I made based on direct requests from dragons were clearly improving the performance of the dragons in each guild.

"Good things really do sell!"

"It's not just that, though."

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"There's also the rental dragons. I provided them for free."

"For free?"

"Yeah. Since the rental dragons aren't part of a guild, they aren't direct competitors, so it was easier to provide them. The rental dragons actually helped promote the tools to other dragons, which made them spread quickly."

Even rental dragons often work alongside guild dragons.

And when they do, the conversations they have are—though not very exciting—quite similar to the gossip at a well.

"My master is like this, no, no, mine is like that and even worse—"

They essentially engage in a boasting contest.

In other words, they are constantly exchanging information.

So I provided the tools to the rental dragons for free.

Then, the rental dragons would talk to the guild dragons, and if the guild dragons decided to visit the dragon tool shop, they would naturally choose the tools I made.

"So far, it's been working well... sales have increased beyond what I provided."

"Got it! As expected, Mr. Cyril! You're really good at business!"

Jeanne praised me excitedly.

While we were talking, Rea came back from the other side of the street.

Rea was running back at an incredible speed, with a lollipop in her mouth.

"I'm back, Dad!"

"Welcome back. Did you get it?"

From the look of it, I didn't need to ask, but I picked Rea up, placed her on the table, and stroked her head while asking.

"Yep! I got this!"

"That's good, I'm glad."

"Yep!"

"Um... Mr. Cyril?"

"Hm?"

I turned to Jeanne, who was now asking curiously, unlike before.

"By 'got it,' do you mean you sent Rea on an errand?"

"No, not exactly."

I chuckled and, while Rea was enjoying her lollipop on the table, I answered.

"Through the Boalcel Commercial Association, I arranged for all the dragons with our 'Dragon First' emblem to contact me when they wanted something."

"Contact, you mean?"

"Yeah, they would come to pay later."

"Oh, so that's why Rea bought this."

"Yep."

Jeanne and I couldn't help but smile as we watched Rea struggling happily with her lollipop.

"Since I made a profit from the dragon tools this time, I thought about buying something the dragons wanted. But instead of asking each one individually, I decided to create a system where they could buy what they wanted."

"Indeed... I've never heard of a dragon going shopping alone, let alone a dragon buying what they want."

"Sure, that's because we're 'Dragon First.'"

I puffed out my chest, a bit proud.

Indeed, no other guild could do this.

But we are Dragon First.

We can do it, and we want to do it.

I want to highlight what Dragon First can do that other guilds can't.

That's why I felt like boasting now that it had been successful.

"Ah..."

"Hm?"

Someone nearby spoke.

The voice was directed at us.

Wondering what it was, Jeanne and I turned to the source of the voice.

There, we saw Louis with a Baralaur-type dragon.

Louis was glaring at me.

He seemed to want to say something, but after glaring at me for a while, he said "Hmph" and left with the dragon without a word.

"What was that about?"

"Maybe it's because the Baralaur-type dragon he brought was using the 'saddle' I made."

"Saddle?"

"Yeah. Baralaur-type dragons are trained to carry people without shaking as much as possible. They can do it, but it's not without strain."

"Is that so?"

"Carrying a cup of water without spilling it is possible, but it doesn't mean you stop using your nerves for it."

"Ah..."

Jeanne gasped, nodded, and understood.

"That saddle, after talking to Louise, allows the dragon to carry a person without shaking without having to consciously think about it. As a result, the Baralaur-type dragon's endurance, which they are known for, has increased even further."

"I see! ...Ah, that man must be upset that he's using Mr. Cyril's dragon tools."

"Probably."

I nodded.

"A small man."

Jeanne looked at Louis's retreating back coldly.

I also looked at Louis and the Baralaur-type dragon beside him.

If Louis's dragon is using it, it means it has spread quite a bit in Rintvurm.

"Mr. Cyril, isn't it a waste to supply dragon tools to such a rude person?"

"It's fine, since the users are dragons. We are Dragon First."

"That's... true, but—"

"Besides,"

I smiled slyly.

"It would hurt more if I cut off the supply after they've gotten used to it, rather than doing it right away."

"I see! That's true! As expected, Mr. Cyril."

"Thanks. So, in the meantime, it's best not to cut corners and to prioritize high-quality items."

"That makes sense."

Jeanne understood.

We continued to watch Louis's back disappear into the crowd.

The steady income has increased.

I've also planted a poison that works more the more it's consumed in Rintvurm, which I don't like.

The decision to get into the dragon tool business has ended up being the best possible outcome.

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