Two days passed, and Ashe had yet to find any leverage against the Belldets.

It wasn't that the Belldet sisters had particularly clean records. Rather, Ashe's schedule had been utterly packed with high-paying jobs explicitly requesting him. His hourly rate reached an astonishing thirty Bel Points. Working ten hours a day meant earning three hundred Bel Points, and maintaining this pace for just a few days would yield enough for him to pay off his "freedom fee" and climb out of the pit. Between the grueling labor and his busy schedule, he simply didn't have the time to investigate.

Look at this. A textbook example of selling my soul to the grind, Ashe thought bitterly as he furiously scrubbed a statue, all while happily watching his savings grow.

At dinner time, Ashe noticed that Iger was eating with Harvey, with no sign of the red-haired angel Anphel. Over the past two days, Iger had consistently dined with Anphel at intimate two-seat tables. Unless Ashe was willing to drag over a high chair and squeeze in right beside them, there was simply no way to crash their private dates.

Seizing this rare opportunity, Ashe immediately grabbed his tray and slid onto the bench beside the fraudster. "Hey, Iger, to think you'd be down to eating with Harvey now. You've...