Not for Sale
"Mr. Merchant! There's something I've been dying to ask!"
"...What is it?"
One day, the girl who served as this game's protagonist came to me with a question.
"If I... invested every single hour I have today in you, Mr. Merchant, how many hours of yours could I buy?"
She asked it with both hands clasped at her chest, eyes sparkling.
In a case like this, there was only one answer I could give her.
"Haha... well, you see."
I put on a smile and went on.
"That's a Prohibited Trade Item. I'd get arrested."
"Tch...!"
...No, I mean it.
Admin—no, God—is going to have my hide for this. Somebody save me.