The Price of Privilege

The auctioneer froze mid–swing, the gavel suspended in the air as he looked up toward the voice.

The woman who had spoken was stunning, modern, poised, radiating the aura of someone born into privilege.

Every guest in the auction hall turned to look at her.

A hundred million Netheris coins for a dagger from a foreign land? It seemed excessive.

Even if the weapon hailed from the distant and mysterious Earthend.

Even if the auctioneer had claimed it once belonged to a handmaiden of the legendary Divine Drakebane.

Yes, such an item could be considered priceless.

But was it really worth that much?

Unless, of course, the buyer had more money than they knew what to do with.

Whoever could afford this dagger was either incredibly wealthy or incredibly powerful.

Most likely both. And definitely one of the elite few in Gyro.

A spotlight turned and settled on the woman.

The auctioneer hesitated, then visibly stiffened.

It was her, Mabel, the daughter of Hunderra’s Duke.

Seated beside her were two heirs from the country’s most influential families. Donald Maack, son of the Maacks, and Lucian of the Shelbys.

Another young woman sat next to them, unfamiliar to most. Still, anyone seen in Mabel’s company likely had a formidable background of their own.

Whispers rippled through the crowd.

“So it’s the Duke’s daughter. No wonder. That dagger is as good as hers.”

“The Duke of Hunderra’s wealth is unmatched. A hundred million coins are practically pocket change to them,” someone murmured in the crowd.

“No wonder she’s being so relentless. She has to have that dagger.”

Ryleigh, who had come with Mabel, knew exactly what was happening. Mabel was stubborn and intentionally caused trouble with Robin and Daphne.

She didn’t care about the dagger/It was about proving a point.

“Mabel,” Ryleigh whispered, trying to calm her down. “Is this really necessary? You don’t even like the dagger. Why go out of your way to get back at them?”

Mabel snapped, her tone sharp as ice, “I’m getting that dagger today, no matter what. Even if I have to buy

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it to throw away, I’m not letting them win.

She shot a cold glance toward the auctioneer. “Today, I’ll see if they have the guts to challenge me

Beside her, Donald and Lucian nodded enthusiastically. “Exactly. Who does this outsider think he is, actin like he can take what he wants? Mabel, if you want it, we’ll help. If you don’t have enough, tell me. 131 ask my dad for more!”

Although Mabel was the Duke’s daughter, pulling off a hundred million coins wasn’t easy, especially considering that neither Donald nor Lucian could summon that kind of cash alone.

offering words of support,

auctioneer stepped

how much you’re willing to bid?” he asked, trying to restore

laugh, her voice

stunned by the

you mean

“Do I look like I’m joking? I said 50 million, and I’m taking that dagger. No one is

fell over the

Duke’s daughter was serious. She wasn’t just going to outbid

million was a fair bid, and here she was, offering half and still expecting to claim

her father’s title to force

casting glances

one whispered. “Their backing comes from the

Lovett thinks she can use her status as the Duke’s daughter to muscle her way into claiming that dagger. She’s in for a rude

slightly, his tone measured but

say it

from her seat and

Lucian followed behind

gave a cool, unreadable

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the highest legitimate bidder wins. Even if Duke Zennet were here, he’d

fell silent at

knew who stood behind this

there was no way anyone would try pulling rank, even with

promising to throw down a hundred million to back

face with the real deal, not a single

the truth was, they didn’t have that kind of

drop a hundred million on a dagger to settle a

score.

them

they thought. Thinking they could strong–arm an auction house backed by the Black Faith Order just by flashing some fancy

auctioneer’s voice cut through the

a business that runs on money. Whoever offers the highest price takes the item. That’s the

quiet murmurs began

Lucian stood stiffly under the lights, clearly out of place and out

dragged on any longer, it’d

cast a disdainful glance toward Robin and Daphne down below. “Sir, what if I throw this in on top of the bid? Would that dagger be

into her pocket and

Gasps filled the room.

the Black Faith Order’s sovereign seal, one of only three ever

seal wasn’t just rare. It symbolized ultimate authority within the Black

treasured guests of the Black Faith Order were

all 18 cities of Rosha, only three of these

another by the Duke of Hunderra, and the third, still waiting to be given,

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truth be told. Even if she didn’t offer a single credit, the auction house would have no choice but to hand over

crowd, many of the guests clearly disapproved of what Mabel

none could deny the

room, even money

both let

holding Blackfaith Seal, they didn’t have to scramble

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