CHAPTER 113: CHAPTER 113

Mart stood up when the vehicle stopped, and Sitan got out of the compartment of the demonic vehicle he shared with the driver.

Sitan had a bruised cheek and a closed eye, due to the Herald’s residual demonic energy. Mart brought his right hand close to Sitan’s face and, as with Deria, pressed the affected area. Sitan’s body trembled slightly as he tried to maintain the composure befitting a warrior.

Mart absorbed the energy again, and a few seconds later, he walked into the demonic vehicle, expelling the Herald’s residual demonic energy accumulated in his right hand, after which it took only a few seconds for his hand to heal because his blood was already fused with the blood of a Demon God.

Sitan wanted to thank him, but he was so surprised by what had happened that by the time he stopped rambling, Mart had already entered the demonic vehicle.

-Move forward. We must not delay my return to the Academy any longer than necessary. -Mart ordered from inside the vehicle.

Sitan immediately went to the compartment of the vehicle where the driver was and ordered him to start the demonic vehicle again.

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"Tonight will be a restless night in Zazel City. Well, that will also depend on how determined the conspirators are to achieve their goals. I hope Balac Sevec manages to thwart the plans of those demons who ally themselves with humans," thought Mart as he watched the sky gradually darken.

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Zazel City. Grand Auction.

When night fell, even the clouds in the sky were a clear white, as if it were a sunny day.

Around the imposing eclectic-style building were hundreds of fifth-rank guards and dozens of sixth-rank guards, all wearing white uniforms with gold trim.

Floating lights illuminated the perimeter of the building, providing so much light that few would think it was nighttime.

Right at the entrance to the building, handsome demons waited, all dressed in elegant suits. They guided the demons who would participate in the grand auction to their private boxes or to the seats they would occupy among the seats for the audience of lesser economic power. In Zazel City, money was the greatest backing one could have.

Balac Sevec, dressed in an elegant and imposing black suit, was guided by a demon in an elegant gray suit.

Balac was accompanied by Commander Fercan, a demon with white hair and dark skin, who wore an elegant black and red uniform, carried two swords on either side of his waist, and had a blue stone on his forehead. Fercan was a demon exiled by the Sester family because he had been unable to awaken his lineage, but he still had great potential to control demonic energy, potential that increased with hard training to become a swordsman. As a young man, his talent was spotted by Balac, who recruited him and was not disappointed in his decision.

Fercan became one of the strongest and most reliable demons in the Sevec marquisate, making the most of every resource offered to him.

The hallway they walked through was sumptuous, with walls adorned with golden designs and fantastic paintings, until they reached the elegant box where there was everything a demon could desire to satisfy his desires: the finest food, drink, demon women, and more, all of the highest quality.

Balac sat down after taking a bottle of liquor and a crystal glass. He was observing the stage where the products would be auctioned off while pouring himself some of the golden-colored alcoholic beverage.

"My grandson, let’s see if you’re right, otherwise I’ll force you to undergo training as rigorous as that carried out by the high-ranking warriors in our marquisate," thought Balac, drinking the liquor he had poured himself in one gulp.

Minutes passed, and Balac placed the empty bottle of liquor and the crystal glass on a small table next to him.

Although alcohol had no effect on Balac, he liked the sensation of those liquors burning his throat as they went down.

Dear visitors, we will begin with the first item to be auctioned at this fantastic event! announced a beautiful demon woman with green and blue hair, wearing a sensual black dress that hugged her curvaceous body.

Two elegantly dressed demons dragged a wheeled pedestal to the center of the stage. On top of the pedestal was an irregularly shaped stone with a high concentration of demonic energy.

As soon as the two demons withdrew, the blue- and green-haired demon announced:

The first item to be auctioned will be this demonic gemstone, which has not yet been cut or polished. It has an affinity with the earth element, and its starting bid will be 100,000 gold coins! Come on, visitors, it’s time to show how great your fortune is! Let’s begin!

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It was still about four hours before midnight, and the demonic vehicle in which Mart was traveling continued to advance toward the city of Damtes.

"We’ll arrive at the city of Damtes around midnight," thought Mart, who was resting his left forearm on the vehicle’s window frame.

Iristel was sitting on the bed practicing the demonic spells written in her demonic grimoire.

Deniris was sleeping on a sofa, and Deria was sitting on the other side of the vehicle. Deria was also observing her surroundings while keeping her demonic perception active to be prepared for any new setbacks, although from time to time she looked at Mart with suspicion.

"The auction must have already begun. I suppose that by the time I arrive at the Academy, whatever is going to happen in Zazel City will already have happened. I will focus on further increasing my attributes when I return to the Academy, secluding myself to absorb another drop of Demon God’s blood. I still can’t let my guard down, as there are many enemies and many of them are strong," thought Mart as he drew small demonic diagrams of an elemental nature to practice other types of demonic spells so as not to waste time on thoughts and problems he couldn’t solve at the moment.