Haruka: Hey, granny, still crying over ancient history? The Court called it—love wins, you lose!
Michiru: Haruka, dear, let the poor elf grieve. She'll have centuries to regret that overdue fee.
Frieren: I-I'm not old! And 360,000 dollars is... is extortion for trying to fight for what's right.
Haruka: Ten years of compound interest, grandma. Read the fine print.
Michiru: With that windfall we could commission a concert hall... or buy that coastal cottage with the private beach.
Haruka: Race-car upgrades first, then the cottage. Priorities, Michiru.
Frieren: I slew demon lords! I won't be shaken down by... by speed-obsessed mortals!
Michiru: Then pay up, mage. Or we'll garnish your grimoire royalties for the next three centuries.
Frieren: I only wanted to preserve traditional paperwork...
Haruka: Welcome to the future, fossil. We file jointly now.