62 – Arbiter of Queen Adria 18

Karl’s greatsword finally revealed itself.

It is so huge that it seems difficult for most people to even lift it, and its appearance also gives a feeling that is different from the existing oriental aesthetic sense.

Although most of Sakiel did not show much interest in this.

Some of them participated in the auction for light curiosity.

“Ten talents.”

“12 talents.”

“Thirteen talents.”

“Um… 14 talents.”

Compared to the items that have been released so far, it is a great sword that receives a fairly harsh evaluation.

Unlike most of the items that were not weapons but had art-level craftsmanship and decorations.

It was because it felt foreign and a bit crude.

The handle was polished smooth, and a large jewel was also embedded in it, but it was such an object that made me think of it as crude rather than particularly beautiful.

“I came up to 14 talents. Is there anyone else?”

It was then that the moderator was in a bit of a hurry to make a decision.

“100 talents.”

“yes?”

A calm voice is heard the next moment.

At the same time, people’s eyes were directed to the person who announced the bid, calling the amount close to 10 times at the same time.

A figure wearing a maroon robe.

Although it felt a little different in this place full of Sakiels. Regardless of that, they had a bit of a hard time understanding her attitude of declaring 100 talents for something like that.

“Yes! 100 talents came out. If you want to call more…”

“300 talents!”

“!”

“what?”

“300?”

A voice heard the next moment. A person who paid 10 times and then 3 times the price.

In response, the eyes of Sakiel and the woman in the maroon robe were simultaneously focused on the person in question. Headed to Bahamut.

‘..Also..’

And, as if expecting Bahamut’s behavior, the woman in a maroon robe quietly smiled and then shouted with a determined voice.

“600 talents.”

“800 talents!”

As soon as she puts up a price, Bahamut puts in more money than that.

That item, which was not even worth 20 talents until just a few seconds ago, began to trample the price of all the new products that had come out so far in an instant.

And..

“1100 talents.”

With a voice like a calm rippling lake, she calls for a truly terrifying amount.

And, as if trying to break her composure, Bahamut shouted in a sharp voice.

“2700 talents!”

“!! uh.. what..”

“2..2700?”

An astronomical amount that presses down the price of all items from this Eastern auction.

At the same time, the face of the woman in the maroon robe, who had maintained her composure until now, began to harden slightly for the first time.

Then, she slowly turned her gaze toward Bahamut.

In her eyes, she saw the man who was looking at her and making an expression asking if he could show more.

Slowly, she began to draw out the power that had been dormant in her body.

And..

“!! Keugh!”

Bahamut suddenly begins to get chills.

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Nothing has changed in the atmosphere around.

Even the numerous Sakiels here did not notice the change.

But… at this moment.

Bahamut knew.

A life without extreme cold that suddenly starts to fly towards you.

A creepy, terrifying sensation, like thousands of needles going through your body.

That woman in front of me… was radiating this tremendous energy precisely towards only one Bahamut.

‘This… is more than I thought… it’s not a joke.’

I was kind of expecting it.

If the other person was really that woman, he thought that if he incurs her wrath, even if he doesn’t die, he’ll get some warning.

However… even though he was prepared, the enormous pressure that Bahamut was under was almost unbearable.

My heart trembles and my breathing stops.

My hands and feet tremble, and my mind wanders.

A terrible, unmatched sensation, as if the jaws of hell were gaping beneath your feet.

That moment when Bahamut was about to feel the sense of being confused in front of his eyes…

“uh?..”

“… .”

The next moment, the pressure suddenly vanishes like smoke.

At the same time, Bahamut’s eyes began to see the figure of a person blocking his path.

“Oh.. Ophelia?”

“Please don’t talk to me for a while.. I’m still immature on this side…”

Ophelia is building a barrier with magic in front of her.

As a result, the terrible energy emanating from the woman was blocked by the barrier and scattered, but at the same time, Ophelia’s hand was trembling slightly.

‘Uh…uh how… just a simple sign like this…’

Although within the rules, it was Ophelia who had competed with the silver-haired woman standing there to some extent.

But… even she could clearly feel it at this moment.

that woman…

Wearing a maroon robe, that woman completely hiding her identity…

That she is a monster with unimaginable powers.

at that time..

“!..”

“Huh! Huh! Heo!..”

The next moment Ophelia felt the pressure disappear, and at the same time, Ophelia released the magic barrier and sat down on her spot, gasping for breath.

Right after that, in the front, a woman in a robe could be seen slowly raising her hand again.

“2700 talents, 1 silver coin.”

“… ”

An amount that is oddly irritating.

Bahamut and Ophelia automatically frowned at this, but they didn’t even dare to raise their hands any longer.

they could know

That the tremendous killing just before was a kind of warning.

‘If I upload more here, then it won’t end with a warning…’

Recognizing the opponent’s intentions like that, Bahamut carefully supported Ophelia who was sitting on the floor.

“Lord.. Master..sir..”

“Be quiet. let’s go out for now I’ve seen everything I have to do here.”

“Ah yes… All right.”

While slightly blushing at Bahamut’s words, Ophelia went outside, supported by her master.

and there. The people I was expecting had come in advance and were waiting.

“you!”

“Oh.. Ophelia!”

Bertina and Tilda. The figures of the Merchants of Drigo and Ouranos.

They waited for Bahamut and Ophelia to come out, leaving the wagons on standby in advance.

“It’s fine? From the looks of it, it looks like he was beaten quite badly.”

“N.. Yes. it’s okay. Just a little bit.. if you rest a little bit..”

To Tilda’s question, Ophelia struggled to get out of her master’s arms and answered while standing alone.

In my mind, I wanted to rely on the owner a little more. I couldn’t catch the owner’s ankle anymore, and I had to pay some attention to the gaze around me.

“For now, let’s hurry up. Nothing good will happen if you stay longer than this.”

“Yes, Miss Bertina.”

With those words, the people there hurriedly climbed onto the wagon.

On that road, the wagon began to run along the road as quickly as possible.

A carriage that leaves the city in an instant and climbs on top of a moored sailboat.

Like that, Bahamut and the others.

I was able to leave Benetsha safely without being caught in great danger.

Without leaving a single word of preparation or regret…

*

A small private room located outside the auction house.

There, the two were examining the object they had just acquired.

“… ..”

“Uh.. How is it?”

A greatsword in his hand.

Looking at the woman in the auburn robe slowly caressing it, the silver-haired woman asked cautiously.

It was obtained by paying an exorbitant price of 2700 talents… and going through a bit of a cumbersome process of showing off one’s strength.

However.. her face was never bright as she inspected the spoils of victory.

“… Expectations don’t always bring good results.”

“… ah… ”

At those words, a short sigh began to flow from the silver-haired woman’s mouth, and the woman in the robe looked at her and spoke quietly with a bitter smile.

“It’s an auction house with a mixture of trash and treasure… although it certainly doesn’t always work out…”

With those words, she slowly stopped stroking the sword.

And…

“This is a little…”

“Awesome!”

“It hurts a lot.”

“Faaagh!”

next moment,

A greatsword that shatters into powder with a terrible sound.

Watching her 2700 talents turn to powder right in front of her eyes, the silver-haired woman swallowed dry saliva without realizing it.

‘This is… dangerous… You’re really pissed off…’

Thinking of the disaster that would happen if she was touched even a little bit wrong here, the silver-haired woman broke into a cold sweat and just looked at her in silence.

so for a while After a silence that seems to last forever…

The woman in the maroon robe seems to have sorted out her emotions a little, while sighing deeply…

Finally, I slowly raised my head and got up from my seat.

“Let’s go.. Regardless of how I feel.. I have to finish it.”

“Ah..n..yes! All right.”

She slowly enters the auction house again, and the silver-haired woman follows her.

At that moment, the woman in the maroon robe calmed down her emotions and quietly… thought about this once again.

‘Is this… a fact that the man also knew? ‘

He tried to keep it until he had to pay an exorbitant price of 2700 talents in front of him.

If he had known that this greatsword was a plausible fake, he would never have done it.

But the possibility that even that was a lie… wasn’t remote.

‘I can’t make a clear decision about this yet…’

As of right now, it is impossible to be absolutely certain of anything.

But… if the latter of her thoughts is correct. She was thinking that she had no choice but to raise her opinion of the man a notch higher.

It’s not just about covetousness,

be sure to get your hands on it,

Or.. as an existence that must be killed..