"Phew! So after adding in the price received from selling her training dummy, the total amounts to..."
At his work table, Nick was immersed in his calculations, but at that moment, he paused as an annoying sound kept bothering him from outside.
"Agh!"
"Ugh!"
"Heya!"
It sounded like someone was being beaten up—again and again—and this noise came from just beyond his room's door.
"Cut it out, whatever you're doing! I'm working here!" Nick shouted, and afterward, the sounds quickly faded.
"Rascals… If I showed even a bit of patience, all of them would step on my head if they could," he muttered.
With peace regained, Nick once again engaged in his counting business, the result of all the efforts he had made over the past few years.
However, the peace was short-lived. The door to his room suddenly slammed open with a loud crash.
"What the hell—" Nick looked fiercely at the door with confusion and anger, only to see someone he never hoped to see again.
