Show Me Your Stats!-Chapter 150

“Is that so? If you're offering more than the market price, I see no reason to refuse.”

When the lord rang the bell on the table, the steward entered through the door. He was instructed to bring all the skitte silk in stock and also to serve refreshments. Kaikar was delighted to see the same steamed bun he’d eaten earlier being brought back and savored it as he waited. Soon, the attendants came in carrying the skitte silk. Kaikar counted them and was inwardly surprised to find as many as thirty bolts.

Thirty bolts? Could these have been brought up from the south? Otherwise, how could a tiny domain like this have such a quantity of this expensive silk...?

Still, in a situation where the supply of skitte silk had nearly vanished, this was incredibly welcome news. After confirming that all the fabric was genuine, Kaikar nodded in satisfaction. It was now time to negotiate the price.

“How about 5,000 cels for the lot?”

Of course, no one in their right mind would sell silk like this for 5,000 cels. In the past, it might’ve been a generous offer, but under current circumstances, the value of skitte silk had skyrocketed. Kaikar planned to start negotiations at 5,000 and work his way up to a maximum of 8,000.

With the previous arrangement, I acquired Solar’s debt from Bolni, so I should net at least 2,000 cels in profit from this.

Kaikar hoped that the lord of Solar was a mage too buried in her labyrinth to understand how the world worked. He waited eagerly to see how she’d respond to the offer. But instead of reacting, the other party leisurely lifted her teacup and took a sip, showing neither approval nor rejection.

When she finally set the teacup down, what Solar’s lord said next was completely unexpected.

“Come to think of it... Do you happen to know how to dye skitte silk blue?”

“Pardon? You’re saying it’s possible to dye skitte silk blue?”

Kaikar’s ears perked up. Sobletz, being a port city, traded with the southern and western regions, where skitte silk was already renowned for its pearly-white sheen and sold at high prices. And there was a reason it was always white—any attempt to dye it would ruin the fabric completely.

“Yes, blue.”

With a graceful wave of her pale hand, Ayra conjured a small piece of blue cloth about the size of a palm. It fluttered like a butterfly and landed gently in Kaikar’s hands. He carefully examined it.

It really is skitte silk...!

That pearlescent glow, that impossibly smooth texture—it was unmistakably real. Kaikar swallowed hard.

Blue skitte silk... It would fetch dozens of times the price of the white kind. His original goal had just been to buy some silk—but a dyeing method? If his lord Orseng found out, he would be overjoyed and surely reward Kaikar with a higher position. Then the lord of Solar smiled faintly and said:

“You mentioned 5,000 cels, didn’t you? Why don’t you reconsider your offer?”

She continued in a leisurely tone,

“I’ll spend the next few days documenting the dyeing method in detail. Come back then—with a sum I find satisfactory.”

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Kaikar unhesitatingly handed over the 10,000 cels he had brought as a deposit to Solar’s lord. Then, clutching thirty bolts of skitte silk and the magical device given to him by the labyrinth mage, he flew back to Sobletz like a man with wings. Orseng, whose face had been scrunched up in irritation waiting for his return, lit up at the sight of Kaikar’s beaming expression.

“So? Did you bring a way to track the silk spiders?”

“Yes! We’ve been given a magical tool to use. And that’s not all. Solar’s lord also knows the method to dye skitte silk. Please, take a look.”

Puffed up with pride, Kaikar handed Orseng the magical device and the blue silk. While Orseng inspected the items, Kaikar’s eyes wandered toward the side, where a dainty young girl was sweating bullets while riding on the back of a knight crawling on all fours. When she noticed Kaikar watching, she gave him a look, and he quickly bowed his head deeply.

“Solar’s lord?”

The girl tilted her head and leapt off the knight’s back, then dashed over and clung to Orseng. He momentarily set aside the device and silk to scoop her up.

“It was pretty. Give it to me. I want to make her my mistress.”

Orseng soothed the child, saying he would of course do that once he conquered Solar. Then he grinned from ear to ear.

“If this is real... that 10,000 cels were well worth it.”

Elated with the results, Orseng entrusted everything related to the silk spiders to Kaikar. He also gave him 40,000 more cels, along with a debt cancellation certificate from Solar—amounting to a total of 50,000 cels. It was a hefty investment, but Orseng fully intended to recoup it after eventually conquering Solar.

He sent soldiers and knights into the forest to use the magical device. Just as Ayra had warned, it attracted other magical beasts too, leading to numerous casualties. But after a full day of effort, they managed to capture five silk spiders.

Kaikar raced back to Solar, handed over the full payment of 50,000 cels, and received the dyeing method. Upon returning to Sobletz and following the instructions, they successfully dyed skitte silk blue.

With both the spider-rearing method and the dyeing technique secured, Orseng immediately began buying up every scrap of skitte silk on the market. Fabric, finished garments—he bought them all, even paying premium prices. Bolni, with its high stock and earthquake damages, readily traded silk for food and essentials, making procurement easy.

Shortly after they started the buying spree, the price of skitte silk skyrocketed. The Morunka Temple, which traditionally used skitte silk for their ceremonial robes during festivals, was outraged, but Orseng—already on bad terms with the temple—ignored them completely. He even bought up the overpriced silk just to monopolize it. Before long, skitte silk had vanished from the market entirely.

As the Winter Festival approached, skitte silk prices climbed without end. Orseng and Kaikar put their heads together, calculating the perfect time to sell for maximum profit. They could already see the money flowing like water. But that vision came crashing down.

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Not long after, unbelievable news arrived: the Morunka Temple was selling skitte silk.

When they rushed to confirm it, they found that the temple really was offering the fabric to merchants. Kaikar immediately requested an audience, desperate to negotiate. Orseng and Kaikar’s entire scheme had depended on monopolizing the silk.

After hours of anxious waiting, the audience was finally granted. When Kaikar offered to buy everything and asked where they’d gotten it, the High Elder, Dalrok Logia, replied with a gentle smile.

“Someone had hoarded the °• N 𝑜 v 𝑒 l i g h t •° silk needed for the festival, putting us in a difficult position. But by a stroke of luck, we managed to acquire it. All thanks to the Lord’s blessing, hoho.”

Dalrok then sternly declared that none of the skitte silk could be sold—it was all needed for the festival. The meeting lasted less than a few hours. Even that ended abruptly when Dalrok claimed he had to go pray, essentially tossing Kaikar out. It was a clear display of hostility toward the lord of Sobletz.

After that, not only the main temple but various scattered branches across Sobletz and Bolni began selling skitte silk as well. The northern regions, where Morunka’s faith was strong, saw the fabric fly off the shelves in preparation for the festival.

At first, Orseng continued trying to buy up all available silk, but it wasn’t long before he gave up. He’d already spent too much in the initial stockpiling, draining the estate’s treasury. Worse yet, the market was now flooded with skitte silk in quantities unimaginable before.

“Even mutts and pigs are wearing skitte silk now!”

Orseng exploded in fury when he saw merchants and low-ranking priests entering the estate wearing skitte silk robes. In fact, these days, even decently-off commoners had festival scarves made from the stuff.

“Where the hell is the temple getting all this silk?!”

“I-I apologize. I’ll track down the supply as soon as I can!”

Kaikar wiped sweat from his brow under Orseng’s wrath. The value of skitte silk had crashed so hard it couldn’t even be compared to past prices—he was taking huge losses. Then, a thought crossed his mind.

Did Solar’s lord... do something?

What if she’d used some sort of potion that only lured silk spiders—and had secured a massive supply in advance?