After all, at their Level, spreading stories was the easiest condition to fulfill. They could just find a few members of the Nobility, give them some money—or not even give them any money—and the story would be spread.
The truly difficult part was the Self-Legend. Of course, compared to making a deal with a Mad Witch, that was nothing. At this thought, the crowd glanced at Isaac before looking away. 'Never mind,' they seemed to think, 'no need for a normal person to compare themselves to a madman.'
"Hm?" Isaac noticed everyone's gazes and looked up in surprise, scanning the room. Seeing that no one was speaking, and not being familiar enough with them to feel comfortable asking, he lowered his head again to organize the notes he had just taken.
"Next. Continue."
Seeing that no one was moving, Bahamut couldn't help but shake his head and urge them on.
