The next day—
All the kings and representatives departed from the Blegree Kingdom, returning to their respective nations.
After some time—
A helicopter cut through the sky.
Inside it sat Precious and his uncle, Bit.
Precious looked outside calmly and said,
"We're back home, Uncle Bit."
"…Yeah," Bit replied quietly.
Soon, the helicopter landed on an open field near the palace.
Guards immediately surrounded the area, ensuring their safety.
Bit stepped out and walked toward the palace, with Precious following behind.
But just as they reached the entrance—
They stopped.
Standing there was an old man.
Satu Fiz.
Bit frowned slightly.
"Father? Why are you standing here?"
"I was waiting for you," Satu replied calmly.
"…Waiting? Why?"
"Because someone came to meet both of you."
Precious narrowed his eyes.
"…Who?"
Satu answered,
"The Prime Minister of Naco Country… Yatransh."
Precious frowned slightly.
"…Why would he come here?"
Bit glanced at Precious.
"…Because of you."
"Me? What did I do?"
At that moment—
Yatransh himself walked forward.
Beside him stood his subordinate, Wetal.
Yatransh spoke with a slightly irritated tone,
"Because of you, I couldn't form a marriage alliance with Sir Kaji's family."
Bit sighed.
"…So that's why you came."
Yatransh waved it off.
"No, no. That's not the main reason."
His eyes sharpened.
"I'm here because I want to buy your weapons."
A faint smile appeared on Precious's face.
As expected…
With such advanced weapons, there's no way a top nation like Naco Country wouldn't show interest.
Soon—
They sat outside in the palace garden.
A table was set.
Three chairs—
Precious, Bit, and Yatransh sat facing each other.
Wetal stood behind his master.
Precious leaned slightly forward.
"…So, let's begin."
Yatransh spoke directly,
"I want all the weapons you have."
I could recreate these weapons myself, he thought.
But these are different…
Normal guns and missiles use gunpowder—
But his weapons… run on wind instead.
I could replicate them… but first, I need to study them.
Precious replied calmly,
"I'm willing to sell… but what will you give in return?"
Bit answered casually,
"Ten emerald coins should be enough, right?"
Precious laughed lightly.
"…No. That's not enough."
Yatransh frowned.
Before he could speak—
Precious turned to Bit.
"Uncle Bit… I'd like to talk with the Prime Minister alone."
Yatransh raised an eyebrow.
"…Why?"
Precious smiled faintly.
"You know… when I talk, things get serious."
Bit sighed.
"…Fine. But don't do anything reckless."
Precious smirked.
"Don't you trust me?"
Bit looked at him seriously.
"For this kingdom's future… I trust only you."
"…Good."
Bit stood up and left.
Now—
Only Precious and Yatransh remained.
Precious leaned back slightly.
"…Now, let's continue."
Yatransh's tone turned serious.
"Can you explain why you sent the king away? This is a national-level deal."
Precious replied calmly,
"Don't worry. I'm the highest authority here."
"…And that's not overconfidence."
Yatransh stared at him sharply.
"…Fine. Then tell me—how much do you want?"
Precious smiled faintly.
"Well… you know—"
He paused.
"Oh, right. You don't know."
Yatransh frowned.
"…What don't I know?"
Precious's eyes gleamed.
"You don't know… that I know you're from another world."
Silence.
"…What?"
"And that you were summoned here… by one of the Tens."
Yatransh's face turned pale.
"H-How do you know that?! No one knows this—not even my wife!"
Precious chuckled softly.
"Relax. You're not the only one."
He added calmly,
"The king of Eluto Kingdom, Mity… he's also a summoned human."
Yatransh's thoughts shook violently.
That's impossible…!
Someone summoned after me… is already a king?!
Precious continued casually,
"I don't care where you're from."
"I'm telling you this because… you understand the value of these weapons better than anyone."
Yatransh swallowed.
"…Yes. I do."
"Even a small handgun like a G18… is extremely valuable."
Precious smiled.
"Exactly."
"So tell me… how can you offer just ten emerald coins?"
Yatransh clenched his fist.
This kid…
How does he know about my world's weapons…?
Precious leaned forward slightly.
"Did you really think I'd sell everything for ten emerald coins?"
He laughed softly.
"My cheapest weapon starts at one emerald coin."
"…And goes higher."
Yatransh's eyes widened.
"What?! Do you even understand what that means?!"
He shouted,
"One emerald coin equals 1,000 gold coins! That's millions in base currency per weapon!"
Precious nodded calmly.
"Yes."
"Agree… or leave."
Yatransh muttered under his breath,
"…Damn brat."
Precious's eyes sharpened instantly.
"…Don't say things like that."
Yatransh froze.
"…What?"
Precious spoke calmly—
but with a dangerous edge.
"If it were someone else… they might've attacked you."
"But I'm patient."
"So don't insult me… unless you want a fight."
Yatransh narrowed his eyes.
Sharp hearing… huh.
Precious leaned back again.
"So… what's your decision?"
After a pause—
Yatransh exhaled.
"…Fine. I agree."
"But I'll pay one emerald coin per weapon. No matter what it is."
Precious smiled.
"…No."
"The price depends on the weapon."
He continued,
"A G18 costs one emerald coin."
"An AK-47 costs two emerald coins and 500 gold."
"…and so on."
"WHAT?!"
Yatransh slammed the table.
"That price gap is insane! No one will buy at those rates!"
Precious remained calm.
"I don't need to sell my weapons."
"If someone wants them…"
"They'll pay my price."
Yatransh clenched his jaw.
I really don't like this kid…
Meanwhile—
Precious simply sat there quietly…
smiling…
waiting for his answer.