Pardon the Abduction, Holy Knight - It's an Emergency - Chapter 3.8

“N-No! This item is a precious heirloom that has been passed down in my family for generations!”

Young Viscount Ferial explained desperately.

To this, Violet stood up abruptly and righteously exclaimed.

“It must be a ghost-possessed heirloom!”

“Gh-Ghost?! That’s nonsense! This item is literally made by fairies…!”

Made by fairies?

Keep talking.

I expected him to continue, but young Viscount Ferial’s voice was drowned out by the surrounding noise.

“Fairies? Don’t tell me you’re still peddling that outdated story about the Ferial family being descendants of fairies, which even children don’t believe anymore?”

“I thought it was something extraordinary. I expected it to have historical value, but it’s just a children’s toy. Hah hah.”

“Well, well. It wasn’t an heirloom after all, but just some unlucky item picked up from somewhere and claimed to be an heirloom?”

Wait. The Ferial Count family are descendants of fairies?

What’s that about? Don’t just keep it to yourselves, tell me too!

“Then how do you explain these phenomena of intact windows breaking and the building shaking? Please explain, young Viscount Ferial!”

“That’s right! Explain yourself!”

But people seemed to have had enough of the fairy story and were demanding an explanation from young Viscount Ferial about the ghostly phenomena.

Well, that’s fine.

I can always create opportunities later.

For now, let’s keep this atmosphere going and quickly nullify the auction.

“Wit.”

“Yes, Master!”

Crash-!

The glass containing the Fairy’s Tear shattered with a loud noise. It was the perfect finale.

People started fleeing in fear, and the atmosphere in the auction house became like a war zone.

***

Overturned chairs and number paddles scattered on the floor.

Even Violet, who had been righteously arguing with young Viscount Ferial until the end, left, making the chaotic scene of the auction house even more apparent.

‘Teacher… aren’t you leaving?’

I gestured to Echo, who was following Violet, indicating that I’d see her later.

In the now quiet hall, only I, Wit, and young Viscount Ferial remained.

Young Viscount Ferial clutched the ‘Fairy’s Tear’ hopelessly and grabbed the back of his neck.

Shall we start now?

“Ah, ah… Wit, how’s my voice? He definitely won’t recognize me, right?”

“Don’t worry, Master. Your voice now sounds exactly like a bug flying around! Kekeke.”

“……”

Should I replace the voice modulator while we’re in the city?

Pondering this, I walked towards where young Viscount Ferial was.

“This is a dream….”

“Hello, young Viscount Ferial.”

“It’s a dream… it’s a dream….”

Hello?

“My money… my money… my moneyyyy!!”

Ouch, that startled me.

As young Viscount Ferial, who had been muttering to himself, lifted his head and let out a terrible scream, I unconsciously clenched my fist and raised my guard.

“Kekeke. Master, are you scared of that human? It’s okay! Wit will win! I’ll protect you!”

“……”

And at Wit’s words, I sheepishly lowered my hand.

“Argh! Why does this only happen to me, why…! And who are you?!”

Finally noticing me, young Viscount Ferial snapped irritably.

His face seemed to clearly say, “I’m in a foul mood, so don’t bother me and get lost.”

I cleared my throat softly and spoke.

“I apologize for approaching you at a time like this, but I’m interested in the ‘Fairy’s Tear’.”

“What?”

Young Viscount Ferial’s eyes widened as if he hadn’t expected those words at all.

But soon, a light of suspicion settled in those eyes.

He seemed suspicious of me, approaching him alone when everyone else had fled.

“Which family are you from?”

“I don’t belong to any family.”

At my words indicating I was a commoner, young Viscount Ferial’s face crumpled.

“Now even these kinds of people… Look, I’m in a very bad mood right now. If you don’t leave immediately, I’ll…”

“Is social status important here?”

“What?”

“I meant, doesn’t anyone have the right to participate in the auction as long as they can pay the price?”

I took out what I had hidden in my robe.

A money pouch that looked heavy at a glance.

Young Viscount Ferial’s eyes glinted like a beast spotting its prey.

“Ahem! Well, that’s true… Alright, fine. I’ll give you a special opportunity to buy this item.”

Despite his words sounding reluctant, his hand reaching for my money pouch was quick.

I stepped back, avoiding young Viscount Ferial’s hand.

“…?”

At this, young Viscount Ferial looked at me with a dumbfounded expression.

“What are you…”

“Before that.”

I cut in before any harsh words could come out of young Viscount Ferial’s mouth.

“I have some questions about the ‘Fairy’s Tear’. Is that alright?”

“…If you’re trying to mock me.”

“Please. Since I’m paying a high price, I want to know exactly about this item.”

Young Viscount Ferial narrowed his eyes and stared at me intently.

It was a fierce look indicating that he wanted to see my face hidden by the robe.

I pressed my robe down deeper and continued speaking.

“Is it true that you received this item from a fairy?”

“…Haven’t you heard that the Ferial family are descendants of fairies? Well, what would a commoner know? You’re free to believe it or not, but this was indeed made by a fairy.”

The Ferial Count family, descendants of fairies. And Oberon’s necklace that was kept in that house.

Could it be…

“By any chance, is the fairy’s name Oberon?”

“How would I know the fairy’s name? But why are you asking such things? Are you doubting me?”

You claim to be descendants of fairies but don’t even know that name?

But somehow, my intuition was telling me.

That fairy was definitely Oberon.

“So, are you buying it or not?”

His threatening attitude seemed to suggest he would cut my throat right away if I didn’t buy it.

I held Wit’s hand, which was about to bare its teeth again, and said,

“Can I check the item?”

“Tsk. You’re going to buy it anyway, why bother?”

I pretended to examine the ‘Fairy’s Tear’ while picking it up and handed over the money pouch.

The corners of young Viscount Ferial’s mouth rose almost to his ears as he received the money pouch.

“Hehe….”

He’s dying with joy.

I started warming up, rotating my ankles while grinning and watching young Viscount Ferial untie the pouch.

“Wit, get ready.”

“Ready? Wit ready, Master?”

“Yes.”

Get ready to run like a dog.

“How much is in… Huh?”

Young Viscount Ferial’s face slowly froze as he checked inside the pouch.

“Wh-What is this….”

What else could it be?

It’s your karma.

I grabbed Wit’s hand and turned around.

“Run!”

“What is this… Hey!”

I could hear the young Viscount chasing after us, spewing all kinds of curses.