Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby

Chapter 149: Corelight Sigil

As the auctioneer removed the silk cover, gasps of curiosity and anticipation rippled through the grand hall. On the overhead screens, the object was broadcast in high resolution for every guest in the hall to get a clearer view.

Beneath the crimson cloth sat a transparent crystal-glass case. Inside it, was the upper torso of a female mannequin, elegant and smooth. Draped over the mannequin was a sleeveless vest that, at first glance, appeared deceptively plain.

It didn’t gleam like gold, nor shimmer like enchanted steel. Instead, it had the muted shine of brushed silver, almost like dim moonlight caught in cloth. It looked thin... soft even. Some guests exchanged puzzled looks, clearly unimpressed.

Those who had waited eagerly for the grand finale of the auction now wore expressions of disappointment. "Was this the rumoured legendary item?" was the question on their minds.

The auctioneer, sensing the atmosphere shift, raised his hand and said, "I understand your initial reaction. It looks plain, unassuming even. But that, my friends, is one of its greatest strengths."

He gestured dramatically toward the vest and continued, "What you are seeing is not an ordinary piece of armour. This is the Vest of the Mytherial Moon. Certified by our most trusted experts, this armour is woven from Mytherial Silk, a near-extinct material crafted from the threads of the elusive Astral Moths... creatures found only in the Valley of the Thousand Stars in the dark realm of Molgrath."

The screen zoomed in on the texture of the vest, revealing the intricate weaves within.

"To the touch, it feels like satin. But strike it with steel, claw, or spell... the fibers tighten, transforming into a barrier harder than any known alloy from Earth or the other worlds."

Murmurs spread among the audience.

"This vest doesn’t rely on bulky plating or layered leather. It’s light, flexible, and adapts to the wearer’s body. It enhances your mobility... you can fight, run, dance, or train with ease. The threads are woven with ancient arcane runes, which resonate with the wearer’s spiritual aura and provide tailored resistance to incoming attacks. According to our tests, no weapon below Heaven Grade can pierce it."

Gasps and rustles of surprise now echoed through the crowd.

The auctioneer paused briefly, then his tone turned serious.

"However, there is one crucial caveat. This vest only activates its protective enchantments when worn by females. We do not yet understand the reason, but males and gender-neutral beings will not be able to trigger its full potential."

A ripple of confusion passed among the attendees.

"The vest has been thoroughly tested," the auctioneer assured them. "It is not broken, nor is it cursed. It is simply... selective."

He nodded toward the waiting auction staff.

"We will be accepting bids now. But there will be a alteration... this item cannot be purchased with money. The seller is seeking an item of equal rarity... specifically, something with healing properties. Something that cannot be found on the open market."

Around the room, many raised their hands. Auction staff moved efficiently, distributing parchment and pens to those interested.

their offer and seat number, then sealed their bid and

lightweight, elegant, and powerful. It would make an ideal

or restoration potion would do. After long contemplation,

after the second ring. "My Lord, I was busy with other

that would suit a girl perfectly. But the seller refuses money.

including the item’s properties and

silent for

at last. "First, the seller is a dragon. That alone narrows the possibilities. Dragons already have access to the most powerful healing herbs,

do. They live for millennia and accept death when the time comes. Which means... this isn’t about extending life. This

nodded slowly, his gaze fixed on the glass-encased

here. I suspect it came from Molgrath... perhaps something

thinking... poison?"

Sarika replied gravely. "If a dragon has fallen ill, the poison must be extremely potent and injected in a quantity most creatures can’t even produce. Which makes one possibility very real... the dragon’s soul might have been tainted by the

sank. "That would explain why even fairies

I might have a

His voice

temple," she said slowly, "there lies an ancient relic... the Corelight Sigil. It’s a soul-restructuring artifact. It was once used by our ancestors to rebuild damaged

breath caught. "That

a cost," Sarika warned. "It consumes one thousand low-grade spiritual crystals, or an equal amount of spiritual energy. And... it has a side effect. The person may lose fragmented memories in the

the information. "And

know someone who can perform a ritual to reconstruct the soul, restoring purity and banishing all foreign influences. The ritual preserves essence, but some memory loss is possible. In exchange, they must offer you the vest and the energy

nodded. "I’ll present it

secrecy it demands. If

a deep breath and called for the staff

my Lord," he

a pen and

swiftly handed him the required items. Without wasting time, Erevan wrote down his offer

abyssal corruption. No side effects on essence, but minor memory loss may occur. Ritual requires one

folded the parchment neatly and sealed it with the provided wax. He handed

deliver this to the auctioneer at once," he

again and

Erevan’s entourage sat tensely, glancing at one another, each wondering if his bid would make the cut.