Auction (3)

Late at night, in the mansions lodging.

Vera sat on a chair with his arms crossed, glaring at the dagger he had placed on the table.

It was the unsightly dagger he had bought from the auction house.

He bought it because it resonated with the energy that had settled inside him after eating Aidrins fruit, but Veras expression as he looked at the dagger was not good.

Its reacting, but

It was only reacting.

Aidrins energy inside him only resonated with the dagger, but caused no other phenomena.

Even when I hold it in my hand, its the same.

A small resonance spread within him, but that was all.

There was no response even when he injected divinity or stimulated the dagger.

Just what was this dagger?

If it resonated with Aidrins energy, it should be related to the ancient species. However, he felt frustrated because he couldnt figure out how they were related.

He let out a sigh, and his face crumpled up.

While tapping the dagger with his index finger, Vera suddenly thought of a different approach.

I should ask someone who might know.

If he couldnt figure it out himself, he should ask someone with relevant knowledge.

Fortunately, there was someone around Vera who knew a great deal about weapons.

Dovan.

It was late now, so it seemed he would have to go see him as soon as the sun rose tomorrow.

***

Firstly, it was not made for practical use.

Those were the words of Dovan as he examined the dagger.

Dovan turned the dagger over and over in his hands, his eyes deep in thought as he spoke.

I dont know the exact purpose, but its probably something used for ceremonial or ancestral rites. See the angle at which the sword is bent here? Normally, a sharp bend like that would ruin the center of gravity and cause the blade to dull quickly. Its hard to use it for slaughter, let alone combat.

Vera nodded to Dovans words and followed suit, examining the dagger.

Can you tell how old it is? Or maybe some rough information about the era it was used in?

I cant tell. The preservation of iron objects varies depending on the storage condition, so I cant determine just by looking at a blade like this.

As Dovan scratched the surface of the blade with his fingernail, the rust that had accumulated on it was slightly scraped.

I heard it was found in the ruins of the canyon at the west end. Considering that the ruins in that area were built at least 2,000 years ago we can assume it was made before the four-digit years.

An object dating back at least 20 centuries before.

Veras expression darkened at those words.

There probably arent any proper records.

Thats right. If its an artifact from the Age of Gods, it would be difficult to find any information.

An Era of Destruction.

Since it was an object from that era called the Age of Gods, almost all records had now disappeared, and few people would know about it.

If Vera had to pick someone who might know, it would be the Elves, the only species from the Age of Gods that hadnt perished. Among them, it would probably be Friede that would know, but

Going back to the Great Woodlands is impossible.

It would be too inefficient to go back the way they came just because of this dagger.

As Vera continued to think, Dovan spoke up after noticing his sunken expression.

Well, if youre going to look for related documents, I think its a good idea to go to Tellon Academy. Im sure the scholars there would know something.

The Academy?

Isnt that where all the oddballs are? I heard that there are some researchers studying the civilization of the Age of Gods there, too.

Veras eyes glistened.

There was something that came to mind at Dovans words.

Miller.

The Sorcerer Miller. And the Whispers of the Dream Demon grimoire that he retrieved.

It was definitely an object from the Age of Gods as well.

It was an object related to a species from a ruined era and was said to be an object being studied at the Academy.

If I met the researchers

Perhaps I could learn something.

It wasnt merely the origins of the dagger.

Fiddling with the short dagger on his hip, Vera continued to think.

The Devourer of Life.

There was also the dagger containing the power of the Demon King that he had collected from Gillie.

There might be people who know about this item.

Thank you. That was very helpful.

Dont mention it.

Dovan waved his hand and returned the dagger to Vera, then shifted the conversation to another topic, noticing Veras brightened expression.

I heard youve been teaching Aisha lately.

Ah, yes.

How is she? Is she keeping up with her lessons?

His words were mixed with a hint of concern.

Was that something called a parents concern for their child?

Feeling strangely warm to see Dovan showing signs of concern even though he wasnt Aishas biological parent, Vera replied in a soft tone.

Shes a talented kid. If she keeps growing like this, she might become one of the best paladins in the Holy Kingdom.

Hoho! Is that so? Thats truly fortunate. Well, even if Aisha might not know other things, she surely has a knack for agility. Shes been incredibly nimble since she was young. Once she started causing trouble, she could turn the whole forge upside down

With a cheerful expression, Dovan began to chatter.

It was a boastful statement about Aisha, and it was spoken with unconcealed joy and affection.

Vera nodded quietly at his words and responded once in a while, a small smile tugging around his lips.

***

Late afternoon, in the backyard of the mansion.

Vera continued sparring with Aisha for her training as usual.

Ack!

Your sword movements are too obvious. Youre clumsy. If you want to make a swift attack, throw away the petty tricks. If you want to use tricks, just focus on that. If youre greedy to do both, it will only result in mediocre swordplay.

Veras indifferent words made Aishas expression crumple.

Vera, seeing Aishas lips pouting in response, crossed his arms and spoke in a mocking tone.

If youre annoyed, try to attack me.

It was a blatant provocation, and Aishas eyes narrowed sharply.

Thud!

Aisha rushed forward, but Vera slightly turned his body and tripped Aishas advancing foot, causing her to stumble and fall.

Ack!

It was better than a little while ago. Yeah, you cant use the Illusive Sword because your head is bad, so focus on the Quick Sword like that.

Aisha trembled in anger.

Old fogey.

She said those words in an angry tone, as if trying to provoke him.

Of course, it didnt work on Vera.

Little brat.

He gave her a provocation in return. Aisha, whose face turned red at that, charged once again.

Hiyaaaa Ack?!

And once again, she went flying.

Seeing Aisha flail in the air, Vera said with a snort.

If youre going to provoke someone, observe them well and say something that can shake their heart.

Aisha, who landed safely on the ground, began to ponder Veras words.

Words that could poke at the opponents vulnerabilities.

Words worthy of punching that annoying face.

Recalling what Renees servant called Vera while playing with Renee the other day, Aisha let out stuttering words.

Block head?

Flinch.

Vera froze. His eyes widened. It was because it felt like he knew what that meant and why.

Could it be that Renee cursed at him as a blockhead behind his back? That thought suddenly disturbed Veras composure, and Aishas eyes twinkled at that.

Aishas eyes sparkled as she realized that Vera was visibly flustered by the words she had just thrown out, even though she did not know what they meant.

Aisha didnt miss the opportunity and charged again. Startled, Vera adjusted his stance belatedly.

Aisha grinned and spat out another word to Vera, who raised his hand.

Youre such a dunce!

Veras expression darkened.

Aishas fist shot out. Vera thought mindlessly to himself, Did the Saint really say something like that? and swung his arms to flip Aisha over.

Aaack!

Aisha once again soared into the air, muttering curses under her breath.

Its not working!

She was angry because the provocation, meant to hit its mark, had no effect at all.

Of course, Vera, who had no clue about it, felt a rising melancholy and a sense of unease.

***

Four more days had passed.

Today was the day of Albrechts coming-of-age ceremony and ball.

While Renee was getting dressed and putting on a priest robe for the evenings coming-of-age ceremony blessing, she suddenly felt a peculiar feeling.

The ball

As a farmers daughter from a rural estate, Renee had never even imagined attending such an event.

Thinking that she would actually be going to such a place, she felt unfamiliar emotions. Tension also began to set in.

It wasnt the tension related to the attention during the ceremony that bothered her. She had already become accustomed to such things in the Holy Kingdom.

Rather, she was nervous about wearing a dress for the first time in her life, and the thought of it not suiting her made her anxious.

What if Vera thought the dress didnt look good on her?

Such thoughts made her stomach churn.

No.

Continuing her thoughts, Renee struggled to suppress the rising anxiety.

Marie said I was pretty.

Hadnt Annie, Hela, other apprentice priests, and even Aisha, who was not interested at all in dressing up, also said that she was pretty?

It would be disrespectful to them if she showed such a lack of confidence.

Now, all we need to do is put on the veil. Saint, could you lift your head for a moment?

Annies words interrupted her thoughts. Renee raised her head slightly at that.

She felt a thin fabric being gently draped over her head. The veil covered the back of her head and fell forward, partially obscuring her eyes. Renee felt a sense of suffocation, and in a slightly grumpy voice, she asked a question.

Do I really have to wear this?

It is an official event after all

I mean, my face will be visible to everyone once I change into the dress anyway.

Its about the atmosphere. When they hear that its the Saints blessing, many people imagine a mysterious ambiance. In particular, nobles tend to be particularly enamored about such things.

Swish Swish

Annies hands were moving busily even as she spoke.

And this can be another weapon.

A weapon?

For Sir Vera.

Flinch

Renees face slightly heated up at the mention of Vera. Unconsciously, her body leaned towards Annie, indirectly showing how much she was focusing on her words.

It was a reaction caused by clearly seeing the effects of Annies advice on the previous date.

Annie giggled at the sight and added another piece of advice.

When youve been wrapped up like this, then boom! You change into a dress and show off your body. How surprised will Sir Vera be? The bigger the difference, the bigger the effect. Because men are vulnerable to visual stimuli.

Renees lips pursed tightly. She became stiff with tension when she heard that she had to show her body.

And if you stagger a bit in that state and lean on Sir Vera!!!

Smirk

A wicked grin appeared on Annies lips.

The game is over. Do you remember? You have to highlight your collarbone and neck. Create that pitiful image! The kind of mood where he wants to protect you and hold you tight!

As Annies words got longer, her distinctive lively accent began to intensify.

And if you just have a drink!

No alcohol!

Renees bewildered cry followed. Feeling her face flush with embarrassment, Renee stammered out an excuse, blurting out a different reason from what she had just thought about moments before.

I- Im still a minor, so alcohol Yes. Alcohol is not allowed.

As Renee hurriedly spoke, needlessly flustered by the feast of her dark history that attacked without warning, Annie licked her lips as if feeling regretful.

Ah, thats right. Thats a shame. Then well go without alcohol.

Renee quickly nodded hard to express her affirmation.

I-I can do this!

She encouraged herself with those words.

Neck, collarbone, pretending to fall on purpose!

In her mind, she kept repeating Annies words as if she had received teachings from a sage.

For her long and lengthy final event in the Empire, Renee was determined to do something big at this ball.