The Love that Never Really Dies (Sasha and Sebastian)

After putting down his phone, Ian was about to wash his face when he heard another voice downstairs calling for Susan.

"Hey, Small Fry," the man asked upon seeing Ian emerging from his room, "have you seen Ms. Jadeson?"

"No"

Looking as proud as ever, Ian's already foul mood worsened when he heard yet another request for Susan, prompting him to give a retort that was as cold and stiff as his stance.

Why does everybody only want her help? What about the rest of us volunteers? We might as well go home!

"Oh man, who's going to help me count for the sale of my wares if she's not here?" the middle-aged man wailed. *l'm selling all my lumber today, Small Fry! Say, are you as good as Ms. Jadeson? Why don't you come with me instead?"

"Me?" Ian wondered if his ears deceived him.

Before he could give a definite answer, the panic-stricken villager was already bounding up the stairs toward him.

"Yes, yes, you will do just fine," the man said impatiently as he tugged on Ian's arm. "Hurry up and come with me please; the driver is about to leave. What if I get scammed without an accountant present?"

Ian instinctively took a few steps back.

As was the culture within the village, every important sale necessitated an educated opinion wherever possible.

Even the sale of timber required the careful calculation of its mass to ensure equity for both parties.

In the end, Ian decided to consider it a favor to Susan by obliging the villager.

attention almost as soon

aura of nobility emanating from his bones. Upon his arrival

we

stupefied glances, Ian turned to the

"All of that,” he said. "The buyer will come and measure it. After that, please

That's it?

the paper

buyer arrived soon

glance at the seemingly inexperienced teenager, he took out a measuring tape and conducted

Ian stopped the pair of burly men stepping forward to

glared at

else are you

cast a glance at the sizable mass of branches while opting to ignore

that the buyer measured only two-thirds of the actual

this wily

teach you how to measure wood in university,

"Enlighten me."

and branches are useless to us," the

the villagers around Ian, especially the middle- aged farmer, were glancing at each other in dismay. After witnessing the newcomer's anger, he began to panic at the prospect

just-"

instantly crushing the latter's arrogance. "Then they'll saw off what you didn't pay for, and you can keep the part you do have a use

and the villagers were