"Selena, please," Ryoma let out a defeated sigh, "I can't lower the price for this."

Ryoma had a long day. Maybe, it was because of the war against the Invisible Kingdom. Maybe, it was because he saw his father and mother die right in his arms. Maybe, it was the fact that he's trying to convince the world's most wasteful shopper to not buy twelve Ginnungagaps.

"She can't even wield tomes" he thought.

"What! What kind of shopkeeper are you?" she pouted, "Hmph, fine. Have it your way." She took the stack of the twelve Ginnungagaps and hurriedly placed it back onto its respective shelves. Ryoma quietly sighed in relief— silently thanking the Dawn and Dusk Dragons.

However, that thankful bliss came to a halt.

"Hey, Lord Ryoma. What are the discounts for today?" Selena asked, while leaning against the counter in interest and wiggling her eyebrows. Oh, dear. Ryoma started to sweat underneath his clothing. This wasn't going to end well.

"There's a discount on swords for today," Ryoma confirmed whilst pulling a straight face, a contrast to his inner turmoil. Selena slowly creeped up a grim smile.

"That's not a good sign," he thought.

"You stay there, Lord Ryoma!" She smiled as she pointed at Ryoma's nose. Ryoma quizzically looked at her finger and she poked it in response. She dramatically turned, her pigtails fluidly followed every bounce in her step as she approached her destination.

Instantly, she came with almost the entire sword section—three silver swords, four brave wwords, two armorslayers, one wyrmslayer, five killing edges, and one Levin Sword. Ryoma's head gotten dizzy and he thought he was gonna pass out at any moment. She laid the weapons across the counter, and, with a "huff", she placed her hands on her hips. She smirked victoriously and at the sight of her Ryoma wanted to run. Run far away and never come back.

"Selena! This is ridiculous!" he exasperated, eyes widening as the cost stacks up on his hand-me-down, shabby calculator. "We can't—the army can't afford this! 69,800 gold? Really?"

His composure was slackening, his legs were shaking, his arms felt like spaghetti.

"Hmph, that's where you're wrong, Lord Ryoma!" Selena shook her head, folding her arms around her torso, "It's a 70% discount on these swords! I have to buy them!" She did have a point. Ryoma reluctantly did the math, but the intense gaze of the redhead made Ryoma fumble a bit, forcing him to do the math all over again.

"Damn it! I'm the Crown Prince of Hoshido for gods' sake. I shouldn't be acting like this," Ryoma berated himself. After what seemed to be a millennium, he finally found the final cost of all these swords.

"The final cost is 20,940 gold, which is more than a third of the army savings," Ryoma stated, he slowly leaned against the counter, "Selena, I don't think you should shop so aimlessly. First, the twelve Ginnungagaps, now this. You need to—"

"Hold it!" she yelled, pulling pieces of paper out of her pockets, "You see here, Lord Ryoma, these are my old coupons from a year ago. It states that 'for every two pieces of weaponry, you add 10% off to the final price."

"Wait? Two months ago? Isn't it expired?"

"Hehe, that's where you are wrong, Lord Ryoma! Take a gander at this!" she dramatically pointed at the expiration date on the coupon—kind of crinkling it—but the expiration date was clear as day. The coupon expired tomorrow.

Ryoma was flabbergasted. He slammed his arm on the counter, started to sweat more, and his breathing became ragged. Why? Why was he assigned to be a shopkeeper? Of all days, it was today.

"There's sixteen pieces of weaponry I've brought to this counter," Selena stated as she smacks the pieces of paper, "So if you do the math, I have a 80% discount on the final price. Making the FINAL final price… 4,188 gold!"

Selena raised her arm, slamming the coupon and 4,188 gold onto the counter. She planned this all along. Flamboyantly, she bowed, letting her right arm go under her chest and her left arm sticking out. Humming as she took the sixteen swords out of the counter, she left Ryoma face planted against the desk.

Out of breath, Ryoma concluded that he needs to take a nap and to tell Corrin to never make him a shopkeeper ever again.