If You're Chasing Thrills, Go All the Way!

Just as Aurora was complaining, a cold, harsh metallic ring reached her ears. A holy sword, dazzling as the stars and exquisitely crafted, was thrust before her.

The Chieftain of the Wind Clan, like a startled bird, jumped in fright, her teeth chattering as she shrank back.

"I've already picked something to lure him in. Is this enough?"

Samael smiled faintly, baring his white teeth like a demon opening its bloody maw, waiting for prey to walk into the trap.

At last, after the ancient serpent's gentle persuasion, Aurora could not refuse any longer. Trembling, she accepted the holy sword and designated it as the grand finale of tomorrow's auction under the name "Steel-Cutting Sword."

Naturally, as the greatest creation that united the power of the Six Clans, the gods, and even the star spirits, using the Star-Forged Holy Sword to draw Fawor here would be no problem at all.

But Aurora feared that if anything happened to it, no number of lives would be enough to compensate for the demon's wrath.

Still, things had come to this. Aurora could only resign herself to safeguarding the holy sword for now, then hurriedly summoned all of the Grand Cathedral's informants to spread the news throughout the Nameless Forest.

This instead left Samael and the others, the people directly involved, with plenty of leisure. They idly drank tea and wandered about the elegant, luxurious courtyard that resembled a palace.

Basking beneath the pavilion, Samael teased Barghest with strips of meat while watching the Fae Maidens' daily lives with interest.

As a weaving fae who could never sit still, Habetrotrot had toured the Grand Cathedral ever since entering it and learned a great deal from the art and fashionable elements piled within.

Overwhelmed by the urge to create, Habemeow's hands began to itch.