Chapter 103
The Tragedy of The Villainess
Now Seria could see Alliotâs expression hardened. But he overlooked one thing. He didnât really know that people were staring at him too.
âLady? What are you looking at?â
âNo, Bibi. I was wondering if Sir Alliot was being eaten.â
(*the word âeatenâ means the people stare at them intensely in a sexual way or something)
Abigail glanced at Alliot and asked back.
âWhat is it, young lady?â
âLook carefully around you.â
Abigail looked around slowly. She quickly realized.
âHeâs been completely eaten.â
âIsnât it? The eyes are also very focused now. Thatâs a little inconvenient in this auction house. It will also ruin my plans.â
Abigail said in a very peaceful voice.
âDonât worry, Lady, I canât let life and plans get eaten together. Iâll keep him safe.â
âYouâll keep him safe?â
âYes, thatâll be easy.â
âOkay.â
Abigailâs words were very reliable. Seria smiled then approached Lesche. Once she became aware of it, she realized that all the eyes of the people around her were looking closely at them. She didnât care and grabbed Lescheâs hand.
âHoney.â
Lesche turned and looked at Seria.
âLetâs go.â
Her voice came out more resolute than she thought. But it didnât matter, because people would have heard enough. It didnât take long for the red eyes under the mask to look at her. Lesche suddenly lowered his head towards her. Seria was a little confused because Lesche kissed her with the veil on their faces. But it wasnât a long kiss and Lesche retreated.
â⦠Why are you kissing me so suddenly? There are many eyes here.â
âI thought you meant I could kiss you.â
âOh my God.ân/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Seria cleared her throat. Lesche seemed to be smiling secretly behind his white veil. He grabbed Seriaâs hand and stepped closer.
âYou wanted to show off that weâre a couple, didnât you?â
âThatâs right.â
âI see gazes shift to Alliot.â
âDid you know that? You knew, didnât you?â
Lesche was a knight, so it was really amazing to see him so nonchalant without a care in the world, even with dozens of pairs of eyes on him like that.
âBibi is going to protect Alliot.â
âHmm?â
Hearing that, Lesche turned around. Seria followed his gaze. As if the god of timing had descended, Abigail just started talking to Alliot in a tone that was out of the ordinary.
âSir. Please donât worry so much.â
As if to confirm the owners of the pouring gaze, Alliot, who had been quiet, shifted his gaze.
âWorried about what?â
Abigailâs lower stomach tightened.
âYour ânight performanceâ! But there must be a cure.â
âMy night performance?â
âDid I hear it wrong?â (Seria)
Alliot, who seemed to be more shocked than Seria, was smacked in the ear once.
But that was Abigail. She did not care at all and declared it seriously and solemnly for others to hear.
âHeya! You will soon have a holy relic that will treat your conditionâ¦â
ââ¦.â
âMy master told me that it would be able to cure your chronic impotence!â
ââ¦.â
It must not be an illusion that the area had gone completely quiet. The hot lustful eyes for Alliot cooled down in an instantâ¦.Through the masks and veils, Seria quickly turned her head away and let Alliotâs face turn white as flour.
âLadyâ¦..â
Seria pretended not to notice that Lesche was laughing, while his shoulders shook.
âShe indeed protected him.â
ââ¦!â
âLetâs go in.â
âOh, right.â
The entrance door opened. The place where the holy relics auction was held was a very large hall. The ceiling was also very high as if it was made from the second floor. Following the guidance of the auctioneer, they were seated in the front row.
***
âI saw them in their seats.â
âI see.â
It was the report the man had been waiting for.
The man let out a long breath. In the dark room, the smoke from the cigar rose and gradually disappeared.
âWhoooâ¦â
The man stared at the scattered smoke and asked.
âDid he really come here to buy holy relics? With his wife?â
âYes, Iâm sure.â
âThatâs the funniest thing Iâve heard in years.â
âIâve been hearing this for years. His predecessors were crazy about their wives, and this man is crazy about his wife tooâ¦..It is the history of Grand Duke Berg that is affected by the Grand Duchess.â
The man chuckled.
âSo if my mother had been a Grand Duchess, it would have been more peaceful. Itâs a futile assumption though.â
ââ¦â
âHey, listen to me carefully.â
âIâm listening.â
âThe Grand Dukes of Berg are unlucky. They only pick the nicest women anywhere and make them Grand Duchess. The previous generation took the cleverest woman from the upper class of the academy to serve as Grand Duchess, and this time itâs Stern. Berg snatches up women like a demon when he needs them.â
The man uttered a vulgar swear word and dropped the cigar on the floor. The man who had put out the fire by smashing it with his shoe continued.
âDid you release all the sorcerers?â
âYes, they are all waiting for orders to be given.â
âCan anyone in this empire imagine that so many auction houses are in my hands?â
A smile splashed across his pale cheeks.
âI have only one question. What should I do with the people?â
âKill all the men. Leave the women alive.â
âYes, sir.â
***
An auction house with no catalog provided.
It was a natural thing to do in such an illegal place. The reason was that they didnât want the items they were dealing with inside to leak out. They also didnât want it to become evidence. So, Seria had no choice but to purchase immediately after hearing the holy relics introduced by the host.
Seria tried to sense the divine power of the holy relics as they were presented. It wasnât accurate but it was usually spot on.
There were many precious bargains.
Still, she needed a strong relic to trick Lina.
Before Lina went back to her world, the words she said when she saw Seriaâs circlet kept bothering her (Seria) since the original Lina wasnât such a crazy girl.
But it was strange. Lina acted like she always wanted the circlet Seria had. And Lina would say things that even a crazy noble wouldnât dare to say.
At the time, Seria didnât really think much, but after seeing the Oracle in the templeâ¦.
She wondered if Lina might have received a revelation from God about this circlet. Anyway, Lina was a Saint. Even though she was in a state of doubt about her divine power, she was still a Saint.
So no matter how much she had to pay, Seria had to prepare a holy relic with very strong divine power and then carefully place it in the basement of the green manor.
It was around the time when about ten holy relics passed. Abigail, who was sitting behind Seria, whispered.
âMiss, I thought you were going to buy only one item.â
âYes. It will be a make or break item.â
âWhat does it mean?â
âNo, itâs not a big deal. The more I look at it, the more I want to buy it.â
There was not a single mistake in Linonâs words.
She had just bought six out of ten holy relics, making her the biggest fish in the auction house. The presenter was also busy smiling and looking at her proudly. She felt like his mouth was going to split open over his ears.
âNow for a very precious treasure that even has the nickname âMoonlight in the Desertâ! Itâs a very rare holy relic in the form of a ring.â
The moment when a small holy relic came up to the stage. Seriaâs eyes opened wide.
That was it.
It was a holy relic with overwhelmingly strong sacred power. And coincidentally, the design was a bit similar to the circlet. It was made of a different material, but it had a pentagonal pattern (star shaped). It seemed like a set.
(The circlet and the ring both have star shapes)
âThe sacred power is strong.â
Seria didnât do the bidding right away. She watched others bid at a reasonable price. The auctioneer was immediately pleased.
âThis customer here will bid 3⦠Oh, itâs taken at 3.5! Letâs try 4â¦. 4.5 is served! Another 5â¦5.5 is served! â
What is it? What is this dirty play?
Seria craned her neck to look at the table to her left, which was holding up the bidding board. Of course, she couldnât see the faces very well. All the tables had been placed separately, probably for personal protection, because they had partitioned them with a cloth that resembled a long canopy.
She continued to raise the amount from a small amount to 0.5â¦
She wrote a new number on the bidding board and lifted it.
â10! 10 is up!â
Suddenly the amount nearly doubled, and a light murmur passed once, and then another 10.5 was called out on the other side. Lesche, who was sitting with a light support of his chin, watched her auction with amusement , and said,
âSay whatever numbers you like.â
âStill, I donât want to be ripped off. Itâs my money, you know.â
Lesche tilted his chin.
âYou have my private money, too.â
âYou want me to use your private money?â
âIsnât all of a husbandâs private wealth his wifeâs?â
Seria frowned, not answering. Lesche asked,
âWhat do you have in mind?â
âI was wondering how I could tell you in a good way that your private property is mine too.â
Lesche ended up bowing his head and burst into laughter. Seria then erased the numbers on the bidding board and wrote a new one.
âTwenty, ladies and gentlemen, we have a twenty!â
It was thrilling. Everyone looked at her wondering how rich she must be. And the buzz got much louder. She got quite a bit of money as a Stern. The auctioneer breathed heavily.
âIs there anyone else who would like to bid?â
But there couldnât be anyone. The auctioneer standing next to the presenter lifted the auction stick.
âSold to 20!â
Clap! Clap! Clap!
The sound of applause spread.
Standing up in a flash, Seria lifted the hat brim slightly and swept through the surroundings. She knew that among the people sitting, there were quite a few who wondered who she was, as she could see the silhouettes moving back and forth through her hidden veil.
It was the same with the oddly aged person who was defeated while competing with her.