Mag was taken by surprise. "Match Grandpa?" He saw Amy's sympathetic eyes and remembered the story he had told her about a little match girl. Apparently, she had taken Krassu for a destitute old man.
However, he didn't look poor to Mag. Judging from his demeanor, he is either a reclusive master or holds a high position in the empire. The decorations didn't surprise him, because they meant nothing to him. Details are saying a lot.
Amy nodded. "Yes. Look how pitiful he is! He's been waiting for so long, and no one has bought a match from him. Why don't we buy one?" Then she looked at Krassu and said, "Grandpa, don't worry. You might still die of hunger even if we buy one from you, but you'd be a lot better than the little girl who hadn't sold even one match, so you should die in peace."
Krassu was a little confused. She seems to be mistaken. He shook his head with a smile. "Little girl, actually, I'm not a—"
