The Baddest Villainess Is Back - Chapter 27

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Chapter 27
Rozerin peered intently into the iron cage, then nodded as though she’d found something to her liking.
“This one’s decent.”
“Ah, this merchandise is still quite untamed, I’m afraid. Kaluta, as you know. Their savages are notoriously difficult to break in…….”
The Guide explained slowly.
“But as you’re aware, once properly trained, they make the finest slaves.”
Rozerin nodded without comment.
The boy inside the cage widened his eyes and fixed them on Rozerin.
His green eyes studied her for a moment, then drifted to the guard standing behind her.
The boy’s gaze lingered slowly, then dropped.
“Of course, we’ll provide a Soul Stone Control Device as well, but given the considerable expense involved in acquiring this one, the immediate purchase price is quite steep.”
“How much?”
“698.5 million Olang.”
Rozerin faltered.
“That’s expensive.”
Even though the money wasn’t hers but Marquis Geren’s, it was steep.
When the average slave price ranged between 100 and 200 million, this was dangerously close to highway robbery.
“Four hundred million.”
Rozerin clicked her tongue softly as she spoke.
The Guide, whose voice had been monotone, paused.
“If you’re not treating me like a fool to be dismissed, I’d prefer you stop playing games.”
“…….”
“And if you’re serious, you ought to be prepared for what comes next.”
Behind her mask, Rozerin’s red eyes locked directly onto the Guide’s brown ones.
The Guide swallowed hard.
‘We sold one for 400 million before, but what’s…….’
The Guide was just about to nod at Rozerin’s words.
“Five hundred million.”
A voice suddenly cut through from behind Rozerin.
“I’ll buy that child for 500 million.”
Rozerin stiffened at the sudden interruption, her eyes narrowing behind her mask.
‘Already here.’
Rozerin sighed inwardly.
“…….”
She turned to see who had spoken.
A man wearing a Grey Wolf mask, leaning on a cane. Gloves covered his hands meticulously, leaving no skin visible.
A Guide wearing an identical blank white mask accompanied the Grey Wolf.
Beside him stood a private guard in a black mask and robes.
‘Grey Wolf mask, green eyes, gloves, the guard’s black mask.’
It matched the information she knew from that world.
Which meant the contents were likely identical as well.
“I decided to purchase it first.”
Rozerin said.
‘I wanted to leave before running into these people.’
She frowned beneath her mask.
“But you haven’t made a final decision, have you.”
“No, I was merely negotiating the price.”
“Which is why I’ve raised my offer.”
Rozerin laughed softly.
The cane-wielder’s grip tightened at her obvious mockery.
“You seem to have forgotten what capacity you’re here in. Or……is this perhaps your first time visiting?”
She laughed.
“Though even so, flaunting such provincial ignorance hardly helps your case…….”
“……Excuse me, but what exactly have you been saying all this time?”
Rozerin tilted her chin up.
“Unlike common commoners, we possess certain privileges.”
Rozerin snapped her fingers, feeling the gazes of those around her, and spoke at her leisure.
“There’s no need to scramble over a single item like dogs fighting over scraps. Do you think this is some common auction house floor?”
The VIP Auction House operated differently from the general underground markets.
What happened here wasn’t truly an auction at all. It was theater for the elite’s vanity.
In other words, during this 3-Hour VIP Period, no auction takes place.
If you decide to purchase, you simply pay the price.
Whoever bought first became the owner, and it was customary to yield to whoever had expressed their intent to purchase first.
“If you’re going to reek of commoner so badly, why not just participate in the General Auction House?”
At the voice laced with contempt, the other’s eyes widened behind the mask.
‘The skin can be hidden, but those green eyes behind the mask—they can’t be concealed.’
Rozerin laughed.
“There’s one thing I’m curious about, Guide.”
“Yes, please speak, Red Cat.”
The Guide, who seemed to have tightened his bearing, responded.
“How much does an Adult Form Kaluta go for?”
At Rozerin’s words, the man in the Grey Wolf mask stiffened.
The Guide’s expression turned puzzled.
“Adult Form Kaluta are not easy to capture. They’re difficult to tame as well… The minimum starting bid is roughly one billion.”
Rozerin tilted her head slightly to one side.
“There’s been a beastly stench ever since earlier—I simply couldn’t bear it.”
She laughed softly.
“Unless I’m mistaken, I suspect the gentleman before us might not be entirely human.”
The man in the Grey Wolf mask drew a sharp breath, his gaze fixed on Rozerin with fierce intensity.
“What is your assessment?”
“How rude! I haven’t the faintest idea what you’re talking about.”
“Those bright green eyes are hardly a common trait, are they? A signature of the Kaluta, wouldn’t you say? Of course, I can’t be certain about the skin tone since it’s wrapped up so carefully….”
The corners of Rozerin’s eyes, visible through the holes in her mask, crinkled pleasantly.
“If you’re not offended, then remove your gloves and prove it.”
“…The Kaluta?”
The Guides in white masks from the slave corner simultaneously turned toward the Grey Wolf and his escort.
“What nonsense have you been spouting since earlier! Is this how you treat VIP guests?”
“Then wouldn’t it suffice to remove your gloves and provide proof? We would only need to verify the skin tone.”
Someone stepped inside as he spoke.
“Ah, forgive me. It was so noisy that I thought I’d come in for a moment.”
This time it was a man in a red mask, his expression perfectly blank—unlike the others.
‘A red mask….’
Rozerin’s gaze settled on the man in the red mask.
The white masks were merely hired hands.
The red mask was someone of consequence.
In short, middle management.
“…….”
The Grey Wolf fell silent.
He couldn’t prove it.
If Rozerin’s suspicion was correct, this man was the half-brother of the Kaluta King.
An older brother who envied his younger sibling’s throne, here in person to eliminate his brother’s child.
In her world, this man had succeeded in killing the boy.
He killed the boy, severed his head, and sent it to the Kaluta King as though it were the work of this empire’s nobility.
Deprived of his child and blinded by grief, the Kaluta King waged war; the Emperor of Dianitas slew the Kaluta King in that battle, but the wound he received became fatal, and he died not long after.
Thus came the generational shift, and soon after, Rozerin herself was dead.
The broad strokes would remain unchanged—this event would unfold as it always had.
‘I have no desire to trigger another war in this world as well.’
She had come to the Auction House because retrieving this child would allow for far better footing in negotiations with the Kaluta.
She naturally had no intention of being thwarted.
“There’s no answer.”
The Red Mask spoke.
“Which means….”
Rozerin saw the blue eyes behind the mask widen into perfect circles.
“Then we can treat you as livestock.”
The moment his words ended, the Grey Wolf and the black mask exchanged glances before launching off the ground and bolting for the exit.
It was the entrance where the Red Mask stood.
Watching the two approach, the Red Mask burst into laughter.
Soon, something pitch-black extended from his vicinity.
The dark tendrils coalesced into a sphere, then swelled into a massive circle that ensnared the fleeing pair.
Those caught within the darkness found themselves suspended with only their heads protruding from the sphere’s surface.

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