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.

of

was tense, the auctioneer stepped forward to

Lovett, may I ask how much you’re willing to bid?” he asked, trying to restore

let out a cold laugh, her voice dripping with confidence. “Fifty million

stunned by

did you mean

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

silence fell over the

wasn’t just going to outbid everyone; she was going to force her will

was a fair bid, and here she was, offering half and

her father’s title to force

murmured quietly, casting glances at the tense scene

auction house isn’t some back alley operation,” one whispered. “Their backing comes from the Black

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

his tone measured but unmistakably firm. “Ms.

“You think I’m joking? I’ll say it one more time, 50 million. The dagger is

her seat and

Lucian followed

gave a cool, unreadable

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which say the highest legitimate bidder wins. Even if Duke Zennet were here, he’d still have to follow

Lucian fell silent at

stood behind this

the auctioneer taking a hard stance like that, there was no way anyone would try pulling rank, even with a

been all bravado, promising to throw

face to face with the real deal, not a single word came

didn’t have

Mabel drop a hundred

score.

crowd below watched them standing awkwardly

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

auctioneer’s voice cut

raise the bid, please step off the stage. This is a business that runs on money. Whoever offers the highest price

murmurs

and Lucian stood stiffly under the lights, clearly out

this dragged on any longer, it’d become

unfazed, cast a disdainful glance toward Robin and Daphne down below. “Sir, what if I throw this in on top of the

spoke, she reached into her pocket and pulled out

Gasps filled the room.

any seal. It was the Black Faith Order’s sovereign seal, one of only three

rare. It symbolized ultimate

of the Black Faith

only three of these Blackfaith Seals

was held by the ruler of Rosha, another by the Duke of Hunderra, and the third, still waiting to be given, remained in

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belonged to the Duke of Hunderra, truth be told. Even if she didn’t offer a single credit, the auction house would have no

the crowd, many of the guests clearly disapproved of what

none could

the room, even money has to bow its

let out subtle sighs of

Seal, they didn’t have

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