Karl’s Greatsword finally revealed itself!
Its immense size made it appear intimidating, a challenge for most to lift. Moreover, its aesthetic deviated from the prevalent oriental style.
Despite the general disinterest among the Sakiel attendees, a few engaged in the auction out of mild curiosity.
“10 talets.”
“12 talets.”
“13 talets.”
“Um…14 talets.”
In contrast to previously released items, the greatsword received a harsh evaluation. Unlike non-weapon items, which showcased art-level craftsmanship and intricate decorations, the greatsword felt bizarre and somewhat crude. The handle, though polished smooth with a large embedded jewel, leaned more towards ruggedness than beauty.
“That guest bid 14 talets. Any other bids?”
The presented, feeling a sense of urgency, was interrupted abruptly.
“100 talets.”
“Yes?”
A calm voice cut through the room, drawing everyone’s attention to a figure in a maroon robe—something out of place in the sea of Sakiel.
Despite the oddity, the audacity of bidding 100 talets for such an item perplexed the crowd.
“Yes! 100 talets. If anyone wants to bid higher…”
“300 talets!”
“…!”
“What?”
“300?”
A voice echoed, escalating the bid to ten and then three times the initial price. The eyes of Sakiel and the maroon-robed woman focused on Bahamut, who had made the extraordinary bid.
“600 talets.”
“800 talets!”
With each bid from the maroon-robed woman, Bahamut countered with even higher amounts. In seconds, an item that was barely worth 20 talets skyrocketed, surpassing the prices of all previous products.
“1100 talets.”
Her calm voice, like a rippling lake, declared a staggering amount.
In response, Bahamut shouted, attempting to break her composure.
“2700 talets!”
“Uh.. what..!!”
“2…2700?”
An astronomical bid that overshadowed all previous items in the Eastern Trade auction.
The maroon-robed woman’s composure, held until now, started to crack. She turned her gaze towards Bahamut, who challenged her.
In her eyes, she saw a man asking if she could do better. Slowly, she drew out the dormant power within her, and then…
“Keugh!”
Bahamut suddenly shivered. The atmosphere remained unchanged for onlookers, but Bahamut felt an extreme cold creeping over him.
Even with numerous Sakiel present, oblivious to the shift, Bahamut realized the woman was emitting a tremendous energy directed solely at him.
‘This… is more than I thought…this power is no joke.’
Prepared for a possible confrontation, Bahamut found the pressure almost unbearable. His heart trembled, breath caught, and his limbs quivered. The sensation was like standing at the edge of hell.
Just as he was about to succumb to the overwhelming pressure before him…
“Uh?”
“…”
The pressure vanished abruptly, like dissipating smoke.
Bahamut’s eyes focused on a person blocking his path.
“Ah…Ophelia?”
“Please don’t talk to me for a while.. I’m still inexperienced in this…”
Ophelia created a magical barrier, shielding them from the woman’s energy.
Though effective, Ophelia’s trembling hand revealed the strain.
‘Uh…uh how… just a simple force like this…’
Within the rules, Ophelia had previously engaged in a subtle competition with the silver-haired woman. Even she, however, recognized the woman in the maroon robe as a formidable force.
At that moment…
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