Someone Point of View

  My name is Kyna Vines E. Suntrandes, and I've seen a lot of crazy things in my line of work—but this woman next to me is on another level entirely.

  I was summoned here by our queen with a simple mission: if anything remotely connected to the hero Laraeon showed up, I was to bid it up, no matter the cost. So, I came ready with a billion points, fully prepared to outbid anyone who dared challenge me.

  But then she walked in.

  This woman, with her golden hair and aura like a burning furnace, has single-handedly bought every single item that's come up. Fourteen items in, and she hasn't lost a single one. It's not even like she's bidding carefully—no, she's just flinging points around like they grow on trees.

  The auctioneer's voice boomed across the room, "And now for the fifteenth item! Presenting... the prince of the Wolf Tribe—a rare half-human specimen!"

  I felt a chill. I glanced sideways to find my "neighbor" completely locked onto the stage, her hand crushing the steel armrest like it was made of paper. What the...? She's barely even showing an expression, but the air around her is practically sizzling with anger. And if she's angry, I don't know if I want to be anywhere near it.

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  The host cleared his throat, trying to sound unfazed. "We'll start the bidding at six hundred thousand po—"

  "Ten million," she cuts in, her voice cold enough to freeze over.

  I just about choke. Ten million? I sink back in my chair, staring at her like she's grown a second head. For a slave? A single, six-hundred-thousand-point-at-most slave? Lady, you gotta chill!

  Everyone's dead silent, eyes bouncing between the auctioneer and this madwoman. He even tries to double-check, stammering, "A-Are you sure about that, madam?"

  She doesn't even blink. She just presses her finger to the blue stone like she's confirming a coffee order, and I watch in total disbelief as the stone blinks to signal the transfer. Ten million. Gone. Just like that.

  The crowd lets out this collective gasp, and the auctioneer's practically tripping over himself with excitement. He slams the gavel down like he just won the lottery. "Sold! To the lady with remarkable enthusiasm!"

  I slump back, throwing my hands up in defeat. "What's next, lady? You gonna buy the entire building?"

  She doesn't respond, of course, just calmly waits for the next item. I feel like I'm living a nightmare and somehow admiring her at the same time. Queen, I did my best, but there's no bidding against this lunatic.