Ville Zentra’s Auction Week – Part 03

“Next up for bidding,” the voice, amplified by a magical device, echoed through the hall.

In the dim room, only the stage was lit. A staff member pushed a cart carrying a tiara that rested on a velvet cloth, its surface studded with sparkling blue sapphires.

When the auctioneer started at thirty gold coins, the price shot up to platinum coins almost instantly.

The tiered seats were packed with people. The energy in the front rows, in particular, was intense. Hikaru sat slightly behind the middle, where most attendees simply watched leisurely.

“One platinum coin and thirty-five gold coins. Any other bids? Sold to this bidder.”

A cheer went up. Some wealthy buyer had won, celebrating with companions.

Meanwhile, those who lost shouted “Fraud!” so loudly that security had to step in and escort them out.

“What was that about?” Lavia asked.

“The guy thought he had an idea of the winner’s budget before the auction even