Reluctantly, you returned to The Ninth Harbinger's office, despite the strained relationship. He alone could address your financial concerns. Inside, the Harbinger, the sole occupant, greeted you with an insincere smile. Nonchalantly, he set down his pen and leaned back in his chair.

"It's you. Your finances, or my presence? Remember, you can't simply barge in here."

His words dripped with sarcasm, his amethyst gaze piercing you. You debated whether you reply head-on or playfully.