"This potion is fake—! It has to be fake—! Absolutely fake—!"
All of a sudden, a sharp and mournful woman's scream rang out across the silent auction hall... The anguish in that voice made many of the men present think of the women they had once pinned beneath them. At the final moment, those women had seemed to produce similarly high-pitched cries.
Of course, in such a serious setting, under the watchful eyes of so many industry bigwigs, no one would be doing anything indecent inside a private room. This was not some brainless wish-fulfillment world. How could there be so many rich heirs with something wrong in their heads wandering around outside?
Therefore, this had to be the furious roar of some fanatical admirer of the Legendary Witch, unable to accept that the Witch's potion had been destroyed beneath the auctioneer's gavel... It had to be that!
"That's right, it has to be fake! Absolutely fake! I refuse to accept that a work of the Legendary Witch could be destroyed by an auctioneer's gavel—! I absolutely refuse to accept it! This is an insult to the Legendary Witch—!"
Whether it was an insult or not was hard to say, but as the crowd gradually grew agitated, Third Miss, who had followed Vantas here and also had a private room, could not help frowning. The obsession these bigwigs of the secret-potion industry had with the Legendary Witch's work had exceeded even her expectations.
"Vantas, what would the auction organizers usually do in a situation like this?" Third Miss asked curiously. Of course, she was not merely curious. She wanted to understand the rules involved. The market regulations of the Non-human Realm were undoubtedly quite different from those of human society.
Vantas thought for a moment, then gave a bitter smile.