In their group, one was a king with the wealth of a nation at his disposal, two were elves—widely acknowledged across the continent to be rich—and even the wandering swordman, who should have been the poorest, was still in his hired period, meaning he didn't have to spend money at all.
In fact, he was even making a good amount of it.
And then there was Eoryun, the eldest young master of the Taeharin family from the border city of Haneulseong in Areuseon Kingdom.
Among them all, he had the least amount of money he could actually control.
Clutching his coin pouch, now missing a small corner of its contents, Eoryun silently wept tears of poverty.
The others all let out a collective: "Ew—"
Illiya didn't believe a single word of what Eoryun said, and there was even a hint of contempt in his gaze.
The Taeharin family was in the business of selling magic stone—how could they possibly be poor?
Not to mention, Eoryun was the heir to the Taeharin family.
