CHAPTER 115: CHAPTER 115

40,000,000 gold coins. Visitors, if we continue at this rate, we will surpass the third highest bid in the history of the great Zazel City Auction. Exclaimed the young demon with blue hair.

The audience was silent, excited, nervous, and in suspense. Some demons had even started betting on who would win the auctioned item, as General Balac seemed unwilling to back down and increased the bid by several million every time Count Beltran made an offer.

Count Beltran threw his wine glass on the floor. He was furious but did not dare direct his anger at Balac.

At that moment, there were murmurs in the audience:

-Many slaves will suffer tonight."

-Not only slaves, but servants as well."

-Ha ha ha, he will surely raise taxes unjustifiably in his territory."

Count Beltran’s reputation was terrible, but he never cared about that. When the auctioneer was about to conclude the auction, Beltran exclaimed in a loud and evil tone:

-100,000,000!

••••

In the eclectic architectural style building, the audience watching the auction fell silent, stunned by Count Beltran’s bid, not because it was high, but because it was a bid by Count Beltran, who was said to have bankrupted his county due to his perversions and was now offering a huge sum of money.

"Damn traitor, you must have allied yourself with the remnants of the Cudernic kingdom. If we weren’t here, I wouldn’t hesitate to kill you," thought Balac Sevec as he took a sip of the golden liquid, staring firmly and deeply at the count.

"Is it worth the expense? I only have to report to the Republican Council, although there must be traitors among them. What does our marquisate gain by avoiding war? For the demons, humans are the enemy," thought Balac as he looked at the young woman being auctioned off.

A young woman with shiny, slightly wavy pink hair, pure white skin, pink eyes, a beautiful and delicate face, and a slender and elegant figure. She was so beautiful that she must undoubtedly be a noblewoman.

"If everything didn’t add up, I would have thought that my grandson just wanted a new toy," thought Balac as he stood up.

The entire audience looked in his direction; only he had the final say.

The woman on stage was trembling. She understood that if there was a way to have a dignified end, that end was in the hands of the imposing demon with dark red horns and a gaze comparable to an unrelenting fire, but her pride as a human of noble lineage prevented her from begging for her life.

Balac looked at her one last time and then shook his head.

The auctioneer came to his senses and began to announce:

100,000,000 gold coins, the third highest bid in the history of our great auction. Does anyone offer more? 100,000,000 gold coins at one...!

Balac heard no more and walked away in the company of Commander Fercan and Luna, the beast woman of the sacred lion race.

••••

An hour after midnight.

Mart was wrapped in the sheets, having just finished a sexual encounter with Selenia. The sheets were stained crimson.

He lay down staring at the ceiling, Selenia used his chest as a pillow and looked at Mart with love, an intense love. But at that moment, Mart had been pulled out of the intense and pleasurable atmosphere they were in by reading the system notification.

[Congratulations, host]

[You have severed ties with humanity]

[System reward of your choice:]

[1. Awaken demonic lineage]

[2. Active trait of your choice (1 minute)]

[3. +10 to all attributes]

[4. +50 to a single attribute]

Mart shook his head.

"Balac Sevec and I let the human have a miserable end," thought Mart, who then kissed Selenia’s forehead.

-Is something wrong? -asked Selenia.

-Yes, chaos will shake the world of demons. -replied Mart.

-Does it have anything to do with you coming back early?

-Yes." They achieved their goal this time. -said Mart, hugging Selenia. Then he looked at Deniris, who seemed frightened in the corner after seeing the sexual act between Mart and Selenia.

Mart sat on the edge of the bed, took some sheets and a pillow out of his demon ring, and said to Deniris:

-Use this tonight. Tomorrow I’ll find a place for you.

Deniris approached, somewhat frightened with her rabbit ears tilted.

-Rest. -Mart told her, then lay back down with Selenia.

"Put the 50 points in intelligence," was Mart’s choice before falling asleep.

••••

In the hotel suite.

Balac was sitting in an armchair.

Luna saw Balak and was frightened.

Balac took out a red and black wizard’s robe and threw it at Luna.

-Cover yourself! -Balac ordered in a firm voice.

"Although I don’t like magicians, I was going to give that robe to my grandson," Balac thought without changing his firm gaze.

Luna put on the robe and continued to watch Balac cautiously.

-How did you get here? Be thorough in your explanation. -Balac ordered.

Luna replied cautiously:

-I was on a field trip with my study group at Fenrir Academy when we were suddenly attacked on an open plain by monsters, demons, and humans with demonic powers. I was the only student to survive; it was a massacre. Our teachers tried to protect us, but almost all of them died too. Only Professor Sender, who had betrayed the beastmen, survived. Then they brought me here, inspected me before I entered, and after I arrived, they kept me in a luxury room to wait to be sold.

Luna remained silent. Balac looked at her and asked with an inquisitive gaze:

-Are you a noble? What is your family’s rank?

-I... I am Luna Flower Whitelion." My father is Sedco Flower, a prestigious 7-Sun warrior, and my mother is Celia Whitelion, a 6-Star mage and sister of the Beast King Dalton Whitelion.

Balac leaned back in his chair and said:

-I hope your family has enough gold coins to compensate for the price I paid. Otherwise, you will become one of my grandson’s concubines, as it seems he wants to form a harem.