I stood before the house that my father left behind, which will go to my stepmother and I couldn't help but think bad of her. Not in a rude way but like… pity.
When you think about it clearly, what does she get anyway?
A house and a small town. That's literally nothing.
No, I'm not being sarcastic.
And I'm especially not being sarcastic because of how much ruin I brought upon the house nor how the townspeople are lazy and might kill her behind her back.
…Who knows, if lady luck is with me than that crazy bitch of an assassin might just kill her and remove a problem for me.
But that would be wanting too much.
Shaking my head, I ask Redwick to come before me and ask, "How much items were we able to acquire from the house?"
"Wait a moment, Master." Redwick went into the house and brought out a big notepad. I also saw him wearing glasses as he searched into that notepad.
