The Villain Wants to Live

On the other hand, the news about Deculein was delivered to the capital of the Yukline Territory, Hadekain.

“What? He is at the auction house right now?”

Yeriel frowned.

Last year, he burned 10 million Elnes in Land Finance. Is he going to do something again?

“Yes. It looks like the auction has already started.”

“Ah….”

Yeriel felt dizzy at the butler’s affirmation.

It was impossible for Yeriel to agree who was performing the duties of the Lord of Yukline Territory and trying to reduce the expense by even just one Elne.

“…Okay. Go.”

“Yes.”

Bang!

“Fuck!”

As soon as the butler left, Yeriel hit the desk. She roughly opened the lid of whiskey and poured it into a glass.

As the glass filled with the booze, so did her anger.

“Then why did he say that it’s the money to pay Ji for the mine…….is that guy crazy?”

Gulp. She swallowed the whiskey in one fell swoop. Her stomach was burning but it was better than her head exploding.

“OH! OH!”

Yeriel cried out in frustration.

“Damn is this real.”

Talent in Magic, Practical experience, Administration, Understanding of Customs and Industries of the territory and Morals. Yeriel prided herself on being superior to Deculein in everything except the etiquette but…

The head of the Yukline is already Deculian and perhaps forever.

“Why the hell?”

Because their parents were too confident about Deculein’s talent early and made him inherit the title too early.

Of course when he was young, Deculein was a prodigy. At the age of only ten, he understood magic on the level of Imperial University Professors.

But that was all.

Perhaps his story is similar to her height.

When she was 10, she already exceeded the height of 160 cm so she thought that she would become a tall and stylish person like Deculeain but since the age of 10, her body hasn’t developed at all.

Deculein had just developed his abilities at an earlier age than expected and it was too premature to let him inherit the territory.

They regretted that decision.

‘You should have been the head of the household and not Deculein.

……She imagines their last words.

“Damn it. It’s too late for regrets now.”

It’s too late and is irreversible.

Since he has become the head of the household, Deculain was forever remain the lord of the Yukline Territory.

Even though it was unfair, Yeril already knew this.

Deculein resembled their father and she resembled her mother. Her mother was the second wife of her father and hence after her father’s death, it was only natural for the son of the first wife, Deculain to become the head of the Family.

It was a very, very reasonable thing. She knows that but it’s unfortunate.

She is confident that she can do better than him.

Much better than that extravagant bastard.

“Ah…I miss you…”

She was already intoxicated as she had emptied the bottle so quickly.

Yeriel put down her face on the desk and muttered with a blank expression.

“Why did you die so early?”

Seven years have passed since the two of them passed away.

During those seven years, there were a lot of times when she wanted to be embraced by them, almost every day. There were times when she used to cry for days.

But now she is twenty six years old and is the representative of the Lord. Her tears have been pushed back to the distant past. She is only fulfilling her duty as being one of the people inheriting the blood of the Yukline.

“…that bastard is really annoying.”

Thud! Thud! Thud!

Yeriel was drooling instead of any tears. She repeatedly banged the table. After hitting it a few times, she deepy sighed as if resigning herself to the current situation.

“Still, I don’t think he is going to spend too much…”

He is a kind of a guy who hates drinking more water than required in his body.

His body, His etiquette, now she wanted to just smash everything but whatever.

“You asshole…”

There was once a time when she used to long for the love of that bastard. There was a time when she was proud of his existence.

However, he was always cold, overbearing and always enforced etiquette.

Of course she tried back then. She wasn’t born like that but she wanted to be loved. So she put on an uncomfortable dress, held the etiquette book in her little hands and followed him around.

He ignored her, pushed her away, and threatened her. He took her for granted.

‘Cause I was the child of the Second Wife.’

‘I was not dignified. I was stupid. I wasn’t formal and didn’t look like a noble. I was half peasant…’

But what about now? As the time went by she realized that He was the person least aristocratic.

“……That bastard.”

Yeriel grew stronger by giving up to be loved by him. She became capable of not only swearing against him when he is absent but also on his face.

She couldn’t tell if she had grown stronger or was broken but now she is able to lead the Yukline territory on her own.

She was satisfied. Over the course of 7 years, Yukline had grown like her personal state.

All the vassals consider her as the lord.

“Haaaah…”

This was the only comfort for Yeriel and she proudly cherished it in her heart.

***

Routen Schatzinsel Auction house was splendid. The seats were decorated with gold and red velvet, a favorite of the nobles. The auction platform on the side was also splendid as if made out of Gold.

Truly a feast of Red and Gold.

With the gentle scent and resonating of noble’s laughter, I looked at the auction catalog placed on the armrest of the exclusive seat for VVIPs.

“There are a lot of items in the list.”

Pottery, Necklaces, Scissors, Rings, Relics, Artifacts from some rings and Snowflake Obsidian..

In addition to the Snowflake Obsidian., there were many other artifacts which the Magicians could use.

For reference, I glanced at the price of the Snowflake Obsidian.

The price range was from 10 million to 30 million. The price was good.

-First of all I would like to say a few words to all the people attending the Routen Schatzinsel Auction .

The auctioner’s voice rang loudly and all the lights went off. The chatter in the hall gradually subsided.

-The ice, which seemed as if it would never melt, eventually melted and the green seeds started sprouting into new buds.

The auctioneer was speaking and some objects have been already brought on the Podium.

-…Yes, now that the new Spring has begun. Here are the first items to announce the start of the Spring Auction.

On the outside it looks just like plain pottery.

-Look at these graceful curves. This is [Vase of the East], made up a craftsman in the distant Eastern Archipelago. It is certified as the highest quality by the Pottery Association. The starting price is 500,000 Elnes.

At first I had no interest but when I unintentionally looked at it, I frowned.

“Thats…”

Light was coming out from the Pot.

There was nothing to be shocked about. It was the intuition of [Man of Great Wealth.]

-Number 37! 550,000 Elnes! Oh right there 69!. 600,000 Elnes!

There was a fierce competition for the auction for the first term which had the light. The closer I looked, the more brilliant the light became.

-Again number 37! 650,000 Elnes! 993 bids 700,000 Elnes! 1038 bids 750,000 Elnes!

The bid which I was keeping an eye on has stopped at 1.3 million.

-Now Number 1413 bids 1.3 million Elnes! Is there anyone else? If not I will count down! 1.3 million Elnes one! 1.3 million Elnes 2! 1.3 million -”

The bid for this item right now is 1.3 million Elne.

The balance in my account was 200 million Elne.

There was no time to think about it anymore.

It’s like the price of a gum.

I tapped on the small crystal ball present on the handle of the seat.

-Ah! Guest number 777 who had suddenly appeared bids 1.4 million Elnes!

My bid was accepted by the auctioneer.

-No 1413 bids again! 1.5 million Elne!

The number 1413 who had bid 1.3 million, counterattacked. I pressed the crystal ball again without any delay.

-Number 777! 1.7 million!

1.8 million, 1.9 million, 2 million….Even as the price went up, there was still light coming out of the Pot.

-777 ! 2.5 million Elnes! Is there no one else?!

The pot is certainly worth more than the auction price. I can’t see it with my own eyes but I can instinctively feel it.

This is precisely because of the characteristics [Man of Great Wealth.]

The so-called destiny to become rich.

-If there is no one else then I will quote the price 2.5 million Elnes 3 times!

The number 1413 who has been competing with him is now also quiet. Yeah who would dare to attack a person with 200 million Elnes?

A power which he had never felt in his previous life. Is this the power of money? Then I am really an authoritative person…

-2.5 million Elnes 1! 2.5 million Elnes 2! 2.5 million Elnes 3! 777 has successfully won the bid!

I successfully won the bid.

Clap! Clap! Clap!

I slightly raised my hands in response to the applause of all the distinguished guests. It was the most natural gesture of a nobleman

-Now the next thing…

But after that there was again something which I had no choice but to buy.

Is this particular auction like this? Or auctions in general? There is no way my characteristic could be wrong. I am pretty sure about it.

The characteristics will help me make money, no matter what.

-This is [Luperin Ring] made by the artisan Luperin. It said that it will help in the Blood and Magic Circulation of the wearer. The starting price is 800,000 Elnes. The asking price is 50,000 Elnes!

I watched the auction for a while and pondered. There was nothing to worry about.

-Number 603! 1.5 million Elnes! From now on the asking Price is 100,000 Elnes ! Ah! Number 777 again!

The bid was close to certainty.

There was no reason to hesitate

After all, I had 200 million in my account. It was good to have a personal account with enough money.

Lets invest as much as he can afford before the Snowflake Obisidan.

-Again! Number 777 bids 3 million Elnes for [Luperin’s Ring]!

I believe in his characteristic so the investment is destined to succeed. He doesn’t even need the [Mida’s Touch].

This opportunity is because of [Man of Great Wealth] in its truest sense.

-[Luperin’s Ring] sold to number 777 for 3 million Elnes!

The second item was [Luperin’s Ring.]

After that of course the auction continued.

-2.1 million Elnes! Is there anyone else for [Lucho’s Scissors]? No 777! 2.1 million Elnes! Sold!

However, the auctioneer has become his ambassador.

-4.3 million Elnes. Is there anyone else for the [Ancient Rune Necklace]? Number 777! 4.3 million Elnes! Sold!

It was the same every time. Only the price and the name of the item were different

-5.5 million Elnes. Is there anyone else for [Dark Floor Carpet]? No 777! 5.5 million Elnes bid..

Number 777 belongs to Deculein.

***

Julie has in fact never even thought about an auction in her entire life. She had the quality of using money and other resources carefully and not wastefully. She is in agony and anguish even buying a coat of ur.

That’s why she loves the coat she received as a graduation gift 10 years ago.

By the way……

-Number 777! 4.3 million Elnes. Is there anyone else?

As expected, Deculain didnt seem to have any of those qualities.

-[Ancient Necklace] sold to No. 777 for 4.3 million Elnes!

As soon as the auction started, he had won the bid for 7 out of 10. His ferocious momentum swept the entire venue.

“Oh yeah……”

Julie shook her head. Some may think of him as cool or be envious of him but his luxury was really just pathetic.

As such, she and Deculain are different in every way.

Each of their ideals are very different from each other. That is why they were never able to understand each other.

Of course Julie made the effort at first. As a Knight, she couldn’t go against the will of her family and so she had to love his spouse.

However, Deculain misunderstood that as some favors which could be bought with money and he treated her disrespectful attitude.

The day of their engagement went horribly.

He and she were at odds from the start.

“I think you have come for the Snowflake Obsidian.”

At that moment, the noble man next to her smiled and spoke softly. For the question which she had been waiting for since she came inside, Julie shook her head.

“…Yes.”

Alabaster is also known as Snowflake Obsidian.

As its name suggests, it’s contradictory. It’s a rare metal which contains both the heat and cold. It’s very difficult to handle as its existence itself is magical and unless you have a good blacksmith, even smelting and refining is impossible.

“Now is the time for me to prepare my own armament.”

In fact she also had greed for the sword. No, there was a theory that if a Knight did not spend money on his sword then that would be a waste.

In fact, it was true to some extent.

A sword’s value increases as the time passes, as it becomes accustomed to human magic. This process is called ‘Communion.’

By no means it’s a luxury since she will only bid for the Snowflake Obsidian.

Also its a popular known fact that she doesn’t have a personal armament so people will think,” At last, Knight Julie is trying to get her own personal armament–”

Like the nobleman sitting next to her.

“Well. The skill of the Knights of Freyden is famous throughout the empire. I read the interview in the last issue of the Night Journal and it was truly admirable.”

“I was just stating my beliefs.”

Julie gently nodded her head. She was embarrassed to admit that she had read the interview as well and his words were embarrassing to her as well but she did not express it outwardly.

“Also now you are the Vice Captain-”

“I am not the Vice Captain.”

However at this very moment, Julie narrowed her eyes sharply and the noble quickly retreated without a proper smile.

-5.5 million Elnes. Is there anyone else? [Dark floor carpet] sold to number 777 for 5.5 million Elnes!

Even in the midst of all this, Deculain hasnt stopped spending his money.

His spirit was so overwhelming that people’s interest which was only focused on Deculain was now spreading to her as well. She doesn’t care since they are officially engaged.

Julie felt her face heating up a little but she held in her feelings.

Her goal was only the Snowflake Obsidian.

The total amount of pocket money and salary which she had collected since her birth is present in the account and she had confirmed the numbers. There was a lot more than expected so it should be sufficient for the Snowflake Obsidian.

-I am sure about it.

Again, she struggled to ignore the number 777 which has been ringing in succession.

Julie took a deep breath and calmed down her heart.