If there was one thing Shion couldn’t stand, it was being ignored. He knew that he was young. He was well aware of how short he was compared to other boys his age. However, he was the heir to the march and shouldn’t be ignored.

He stood watching the merchant as the man attended to everyone beside him. He suspected it was intentional. His suspicions were confirmed when their eyes met and the man turned his gaze elsewhere.

“Pardon me for intruding,” he said firmly. “I’ve been waiting for service for quite some time but if the gold I have to spend doesn’t interest you, I’ll try elsewhere.”

Leaving the man gaping like a fish out of water, he turned and calmly left the shop. Some day, the man would learn not to judge by appearances.