The Lady Only Deals With the Real Ones

“My granddaughter, Elisha. Promise me you’ll take care of the pawnshop…”

I failed to keep my grandfather’s dying wish and closed my eyes for the last time.

But when I opened them again, I was back to the past—before I lost everything and met my end!

“This time, I won’t let anyone steal my family or the pawnshop from me.”

I claimed my inheritance early to protect it. But why are all the customers who come to this pawnshop so… peculiar?

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“Does this pawnshop deal in people too?”

“What?”

“Nothing much. I was just wondering if you could buy me.”

“Uh… that’s definitely not nothing.”

An oddball, possibly a criminal, confidently requesting to sell himself.

“Are you the owner here?”

“Yes, that’s correct.”

“I see. And who gave you permission to run a business here?”

A suspicious figure, possibly a gangster, politely delivering thug-like lines.

“…Where did you even get this?”

“Why? Is it worthless? Did I bring something too small?”

“No, sir, this is a holy relic.”

“….”

“Where on earth did you steal this?!”

And another weirdo, possibly a thief, casually bringing in a stolen sacred artifact to pawn.

“Grandpa, there are just way too many troublesome people here…”

Can I really make this work?