"…?!" The founder's widow stared at Robin in pure disbelief, her jeweled eyes trembling as if she couldn't quite comprehend what she'd just heard. "Did you just say you want… four hundred million Pearls, ten planetary weapons, and thirty-five planets?" Her voice wavered between shock and outrage, echoing through the grand marble hall like a note of thunder.
"Correct," Robin replied with an almost playful grin, tilting his head slightly as though the number he'd just named was nothing extraordinary at all. "And since I haven't even reached half of any of those three things," he continued smoothly, "I'll be expecting carefully selected planets and exquisitely planetary artifacts." His tone was calm, composed — yet it carried a weight that made even the air feel heavier.
