Chapter 713 – #142_The Witch of Gold Coins (9)

#713

One.
The curtain began to lift when Lydia Magnus, the witch of gold coins, snapped her fingers.

Looking down through the glass window from the sofa that was side by side facing the curtain, Siu was able to figure out where her bedroom was located at once.

“We haven’t started yet.”

This is Arcana Town in Hexsenacht.
More precisely, the Almack’s Club.
More precisely, the auction house when Rinne bought Alice in the past.
More precisely, it is the top floor of the Royal Box, which was layered from the 2nd to the 4th floor.

Only then did Siu realize why the curtains were drawing strange curves.

Her room, which uses the entire floor as a whole, was a form where you could look down on the auction house from anywhere through a glass wall protruding like a terrace.

There was no change in the fact that the stage and spotlights were prepared, but the scenery was a little different from then.

First of all, there are no chairs that were tightly packed on the first floor like in an opera house.
Instead, a much larger stage forms a solid ground throughout the first floor.

Of course, there were no witches who had to sit on chairs.
However, it can be seen that the witch is sitting in the VIP seat without a single empty seat.

Each royal box was covered with a black curtain that forged magic patterns to ensure privacy, but the volume of dense magic could not be concealed.

Surprisingly, all of the 60 people are archwitch or higher.
It was the first time I had ever seen so many great witches gathered in one place.

Would the scientists who witnessed the first nuclear test feel like this?
Siu felt a shiver running down her spine.

Siwoo knows the power of the great witch better than anyone else.

An asymmetric power that can destroy a nation one by one.
Moreover, all of them are outcasts with meritorious ideologies.
Among them, there must be quite a few people with fighting power like Rinne and Bianca.

Until now, those who had lived separately in fear of Keter and doubted each other, united.
If this amount of gathered power derails with a common sense of purpose, how much will the ripple and destructive power be?

“What is this?”
“Are you scared?”

Lydia, who was leisurely smoking ashes, was looking at Siwoo’s face, not on the stage.

Are you scared? If you do it’s not

Just because you see a scene like this doesn’t mean the situation suddenly changes.
It was just that I was overwhelmed when I saw the scenes I had only envisioned in my head.

For example, if one of the achievements gathered here says, ‘I don’t have Keter and I’m in a good mood, but I’m going to fuck America,’ and runs away, how many people die before the rampage can be stopped?

“Slightly.”
“Isn’t it great? After the fall of Qliphoth, no one would have thought that so many mounts of Gehenna could unite in one place. I finally got to enjoy the glory that I should have enjoyed from the beginning.”

If you want to refute, there’s nothing you can’t do, but I didn’t feel the need.
Lydia took out a bottle of champagne and poured it into glasses, perhaps expecting a response.

“Thank you.”

Her mouth was quite dry, so I raised a glass to wet her neck.

“For the eternal glory of Hexsenacht.”
“… For.”

Lydia offered her a toast, so he reluctantly joined.
You can feel the coolness of the stars rolling on the tip of your tongue with the fragrant grape scent, which must be of high quality.

“Don’t be too scared. Again, violence is forbidden in Hexsenacht. I’m not going to engage in sword fighting at a place where everyone is gathered to have fun.”
“Then why am I unharmed?”
“It’s because it’s to my advantage that you’re safe. You said it earlier. Our interests are still aligned.”

The brow furrowed in an instant.

The way of talking round and round without getting straight to the point is one of the characteristics of many witches, not just achievements.

It takes a lot of effort to find out the truth.
Wanting to hear the right answer straight away, speaking is a dishonest act of a stupid person who wants to remain an ignorant and stupid person.

Although it is packaged in such a way….

To Siwoo, it just seems like his personality is twisted.

Still, looking at the flow, I don’t think they will throw Siwoo right into the middle of the stage and say, ‘Today’s product is a male witch!’

“Oh, it begins.”

Hearing Lydia’s words, Siu looked down as he brooded over her riddle.

– Phat! Pod!

Two witches appear above the colorful spotlights.
One has black hair, the other has white hair.

Both were new witches.
However, there is an artifact that limits the operation of magical power hanging from the neck, so it seems that the output is limited to 15 tiers each.

The spotlight disappears and the whole stage lights up, and at the same time, a powerful magic field that dampens shock is deployed like a fence.
After seeing that far, Siwoo immediately remembered a word.

Colosseum.
From a modern point of view, it is a famous building where all sorts of brutal shows were provided as a spectacle in the name of a public festival.

Among them, there must have been a gladiator fight to the death.

“Are we going to kill each other?”
“You can’t literally say that. What an expensive product.”

Lydia continued, shrugging her shoulders as if it couldn’t be.

“They are both 18th level witches? To prevent accidents, the hierarchy was limited and a medical team was also deployed.”

The way I showed her when we first met, and the scenery in her room.
The tendency is roughly captured.

“As you can see, this is a secret auction provided by Almak Club. Only the highest ranking witches can join at a very high price. Offering entertainment and merchandise together is a great way to open a buyer’s wallet.”

Golden almighty befitting the nickname.
It’s like a cold-blooded businessman who only weighs gains and losses.

“Among them, magic battle performances between witches are popular. It’s also a good way to check the condition of the product you’re buying in advance. Originally, you know that watching a dog fight is fun, right?”

Without any frivolous commentary, the two witches standing opposite each other confronted each other.
Even though the force bounced off at the end of the collision spread in all directions, there was no effect on the force field protecting the spectators.

A battle between gushing water and fire running through the earth.
Both of them are wringing out limited power to overwhelm the opponent with all their might.

“I am fighting desperately.”
“It’s like the gladiators of the past. You have to prove your worth to have a glimmer of hope to survive.”

At this point, Siwoo was drawing her heart’s line on her.

You don’t have to be arrogant like Dorothy or Linnaeus.
It was because I had finished the judgment that Lydia would be a person who would appear if I subtracted ‘ferociousness’ from the stereotyped achievements and added ‘calculation’.

“If you’re bored just watching, would you like to place a bet?”
“It’s okay.”
“I bet dark hair wins. You?”
“… You have to walk the opposite way.”
“Well, it was just the two of us, right?”

However, Lydia’s simple smile after her trivial joke created a great sense of incongruity.

Lydia, like Rosie, was not the type to enjoy consuming the passions and tragedies of others.
A sadist like Ea, who takes pleasure in trampling on the weak,
She didn’t even set up a unique morality that a special being like Bianca should cast off the common.

It’s just like she’s chatting while watching a boring animal documentary.
I laugh and chatter without feeling guilty while watching the scenes created with my own hands.

Ordinary evil done so naturally, with the kind of behavior one might think of as a witty Archwitch lady if they had met by chance.

Her twist, taking her abnormal scenes with her breath, without any moral filtering from her, made her look even more dangerous.

“I’m sorry for suggesting it first, but I’m more confident in betting.”

Even at this moment, Lydia spreads her TMI like a casual drinking party.
Golden eyes scan Siu’s body in her up and down.

“I see the value of the essence of things in my eyes. So, to put a price on it, that dark-haired witch costs five gold coins. The platinum-haired witch is about four leaves. So I will win this bet.”

I don’t have to refuse to tell you the information with my mouth.
She put on a good match.

“Is it magnetic magic?”
“It’s some kind of magic.”
“It’s a little cowardly.”

Lydia smiled while slapping her forearm at Siwoo’s candid words.
It’s still a laugh like the jingle of a sack of gold coins.

“It’s not standardized magic, it’s more like calculations done in the unconscious.”
“What do you mean?”
“Have you ever had that experience? It’s not scientifically proven that it’s somehow strong, but in reality, it’s usually beaten.”
“That’s right.”

Lydia nodded her head, being told, ‘Isn’t it?’

“I think it is about sending a warning by gathering information that the surface consciousness has overlooked based on the experiences the unconscious has accumulated. At that moment, it becomes possible to process information beyond cognitive ability.
It’s been a long time since I’ve judged value and calculated profit and loss, so now I see glittering gold coins whenever I look at something. It may be an occupational disease, but it is a very pretty and beautiful sight.”

Suddenly curious, Siwoo asked.

“So how many gold coins do I look like?”

Lydia stares at Siwoo at the question.

Eyes filled with glittering gold eyes narrowed like a craftsman evaluating the value of a gemstone.
And.

– Jjallang

I hear the sounds Lydia likes.
One gold coin after another fell to the floor and gracefully turned like a ballerina.

– Jjalang jjalang jjalang

At first, the gold coins that fell one by one or two like dropping a ripe fruit continue to pour down endlessly.
The momentum doesn’t know how to stop.

-Charrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

A feast of gold coins flowing down like a shower like an old slot machine that finally hit the 777 jackpot.
The phenomenal ‘value’ enough to fill this room one day without covering the entire floor.

-Bang!

By the time Lydia pursed her lips.
The fight in the Colosseum ended with an abrupt roar.
The platinum-haired witch wriggled on her floor, badly burned.

The winner is the dark-haired witch.
Soon, this bet was Lydia’s victory.

“I won.”
“Yes.”

I was half sure of losing the bet anyway.
Even in horse racing, understanding the condition, lineage and temperament of a racehorse is an important factor in predicting victory or defeat.

Unlike Siu, who had no information, Lydia, the owner of the ‘item’, was not enough to know the information quickly, so it was Lydia who chose her bookmaker.
I can only hope that she doesn’t make her unreasonable demands.

No matter how calm you try, no matter how hard you try to keep your cool.
It is uneasy to entrust your comfort to the whims of others.

As Siwoo gulped down her saliva, Lydia said she was no big deal.

“Did you ever think you wanted to be a woman?”
“…….”

What is this crazy bitch talking about?