Damon took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling as he steadied his thoughts. Leona was still beside him, her presence both unsettling and an irritation.
"Five thousand zeni," he muttered flatly, breaking the silence.
Leona blinked in confusion. "What?"
"That cloak cost me five thousand zeni," Damon clarified, glaring at her. "Pay up."
Her golden ears twitched as she looked around awkwardly.
"I… I don't have any money on me…"
Damon's glare intensified, his cold expression cutting through her excuse like a blade.
"But don't worry!" she added quickly, her voice brimming with nervous energy.
"I'll pay back what I owe when we get to the academy."
His eyes narrowed, calculating.
"Fine. But there's a 70% interest rate for every day you don't pay up."
Leona nodded earnestly, as though the outrageous terms were entirely reasonable.
"Okay, deal. A warrior must always pay their debts."
