The Eldest Daughter Walks Down The Flower Path - Chapter 72
Meanwhile, the auctioneer didn’t know who Yves was, and so asked him straight out.
“One billion rupens, does anyone want to outbid one billion rupens!”
Then, one man from the audience barked out a laugh and stood up.
“You look wet behind the ears, young man. How fearless!”
Radis glanced at him.
The man continued to say, as he was looking at Yves, that this was the kind of person he hated the most.
Yves’ expression changed instantly, and he growled with a low voice.
The moment she heard this name, Radis flinched.
He was the head of House Roderick, which was one of the most prestigious families of the southern region. And at the same time, he was the father of Robert, the captain of the subjugation squad.
Robert once told her about the relationship between House Roderick and House Russell.
The two families had been on bad terms for a very long period of time, and in particular, Franz felt terribly resentful towards Yves Russell, as he had succeeded the title of marquis at a young age.
“I merely heard about the sword and came to witness its splendor, yet here you are, taking away that opportunity for everyone else. Is it the same when that family that did not contribute to the founding of the empire 500 years ago, turned to the south and set their roots there?”
Franz looked around and spoke with a loud voice, and the people around him burst into despicable laughter.
Glaring at Yves with a derisive sneer, as if encouraged by the others’ laughter, Franz spoke.
“You can’t have everything, young man.”
Then, as Franz took off his hood, he shouted.
“1.1 billion rupens!”
The audience looked alternately between Yves and Franz, their eyes glistening with anticipation.
Although Marquis Russell’s name wasn’t explicitly mentioned, those who knew the meaning behind Franz’s words would have been able to infer who Yves was, or at the very least, could guess that he was a representative of the marquisate.
In an instant, the bidding for Pyrrh, the sword of fire, became an intense battle of pride between House Roderick and House Russell.
Reading the atmosphere, the auctioneer recited the bid at a fast pace.
“1.1 billion rupens, going once!”
As soon as everyone looked where Yves’ pointed his finger, Yves looked back at Radis.
‘Really? Are you really not interested?’
It was a sword so beautiful that any knight would want to have it.
It was even the sword of her ancestor, Alexis Tilrod.
The moment he got some information about the sword ‘Pyrrh’, Yves had been certain that Radis would be absolutely ecstatic to have it.
But here, Radis only stared at Franz for a moment, then turned her attention again on that rusty iron club.
As he saw her eyes twinkling like that, it really seemed as if she liked that lump of rust.
After ten seconds of internal conflict, Yves lowered his hand.
For the last time, the auctioneer cried,
Not expecting that Yves would give up so easily, Franz took off his hood and looked back dubiously.
And, the auctioneer brought down the gavel.
“Sold for 1.1 billion rupens!”
Yves inwardly let out a huge sigh of relief.
Losing the bid wasn’t very pleasant, but it’s not like he showed his face here.
So it’s alright to pretend he didn’t know about this later.
If Radis didn’t want that sword, just as Marcel said, it would be like a mana sword that’s useless to him.
Besides, that kind of sword wouldn’t be practical as a girl’s decorative sword anyway.
When the sword was sold for an unexpected amount of money, the auctioneer smiled and placed the sword back in its box, sending it to the back of the stage.
The auction continued afterwards, but the atmosphere continued to remain cold because people were paying keen attention to Franz Roderick and the man in the black cloak who they believed to be Marquis Yves Russell.
Now, the auctioneer pointed to the case where the rusty iron club was and then shouted,
“Excavated in the southern wilderness, this here was once a sword! It’s now buried in a thick layer of rust, but only the Lord of Time knows what kind of story this trapped sword has. The bid shall start with 100,000 rupens!”
When they saw the dirty rust, no one raised their hand.
The auctioneer shouted for the last time, holding up the gavel.
“Anyone who wants to bid?”
Radis carefully raised her hand.
“110,000 rupens… May I?”
“Of course, beautiful lady! 110,000 rupens! Going once! Going twice! Sold!”
Yves absolutely could not understand her.
After the auction was over, Yves followed her to the back of the auction house to claim her bid, and he asked.
“I thought you wanted me to buy you a mana sword?”
“Is that a mana sword? It’s just a lump of rust. No matter how much it’s honed, it’ll be hard to wield it again.”
“That’s all I need.”
Then, behind them, someone spoke with a deeply grim voice.
“I’m at a loss for words.”
Yves and Radis turned back.
It was Franz Roderick.
“Is this another one of your schemes, Marquis Russell?”