How the Villainous Consort Avoids His Death Ending

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Since I got the price scale, I thought selecting merchandise would be easy. However, I ran into another obstacle.

Every item I looked at had never been sold in the Northern Continent, so it either showed “no price data” or the selling price was excessively high. Even if I bought the expensive items, I doubted the Northern Continent’s purchasing power could keep up.

Unlike the Rubyere Empire, where the high-priced goods market is centered around the nobility, the Northern Continent’s main customers were commoners.

“There’s nothing suitable, Your Highness.”

“There is no need to rush. Your health is not good either, so take a few days to rest properly.”

“That’s true. I don’t know why my body feels so heavy these days. It aches as if I’ve been beaten all over.”

Do you really not know? Seriously?

‘Be quiet, System.’

Next to me, Tristan suddenly started mimicking being mute, as if he had just eaten honey.

“There’s nothing suitable in the shops Sawyer mentioned. Well, even a merchant of his stature wouldn’t yet know what would sell in the Northern Continent where there’s no distribution channel.”

“A merchant of his stature?”

“Oh, I meant a merchant who will become a great figure. Does he not look like he has talent? Ha ha.”

“You have no eye for it. He’s just an ordinary worker.”

It was an unusually cold and harsh judgment from Tristan, who was normally indulgent toward subordinates. Sawyer was not even a Hezekian retainer, so Tristan had no reason to look favorably on him. But what if Sawyer ends up taking revenge as in the original story?

In this life, Tristan would not execute me, so Sawyer would not become a revenge-driven villain, but could that really be guaranteed?

Right? You won’t give me a bad ending, right?

I nodded slightly and glanced at Tristan, gauging his mood.

“Anyway, take care of yourself before something else happens. You are too weak. While in Belforte, it might be good to see a physician. There are many skilled doctors in the capital. You can even obtain good medicinal ingredients.”

He won’t kill me.

Still, I worried about Tristan already thinking of spending money after just one successful trade. Hezekia’s finances needed to be stable so that a safe divorce and solid alimony could be secured. After all, generosity comes from a well-stocked treasury.

“Your Highness, physicians cost money. Good ingredients even more.”

“That can be arranged.”

“The cost of living in the capital is shockingly high. After purchasing goods to take to the Northern Continent and loading supplies, there won’t be much left. On top of that, we haven’t rented the lodging for a few days? It’s my fault, though.”

I didn’t know the exact price difference between Hezekia and the capital, but I could guess from the atmosphere. In modern terms, it would be like the middle of the U.S. cornfields versus Manhattan prices in New York.

Tristan seemed to think similarly, narrowing his brows slightly. I hurriedly waved my hand, thinking perhaps I had hurt his pride.

“I mean, Hezekia is fine, but after all, this is the capital…”

“You need not worry about that, Grand Consort.”

My words of excuse were cut off by Tristan. Am I acting like a finance officer now? If I don’t worry about it, who will? You?

He had fought in battles but had never handled commerce, and he acted like that without reason. I became slightly annoyed and kept my mouth shut.

“Grand Consort. Are you sulking?”

“……Sulking? I am not sulking!”

Tristan’s absurd words made me shout immediately.

Grumbling like that, I moved toward the lodging.

The weather, full of spring warmth, was incredibly mild and refreshing. After enduring the harsh weather of the Northern Continent and the sea, the breeze on my skin felt like soft silk. Transparent sunlight poured down, warming my entire body.