SIGRID

I pressed the pedal again, discreetly glancing toward the opposite booth, where the red light flickered on the floor.

And so, we waged our silent bidding war. The other buyers had withdrawn—the lunar runes were valuable, but their uses were limited.

"500,000 gold coins for bidder number 67!"

"Damn it!" I muttered under my breath.

Electra had money—she could afford this—but withdrawing too many coins from the family vaults would draw Morgana’s attention.

My gaze kept drifting toward the red cloth, something about it pulling me in. Whatever was behind it, I had to take it.

But if I spent too much now, I might not have enough to make a bigger bid later.

"500,000 gold coins for the lunar runes—sold to bidder number 67!"

"This can’t be happening," I pinched the bridge of my nose.

Goddess, I hope losing this item—one I desperately needed—was worth it.

"And now, one of tonight’s treasures! I know you’ve been waiting for this—behold this beauty!"

He yanked the cloth away, and I swear I