Iridescent Spirit - Chapter 53 Owner Of The Auction

As the third child of a viscount’s house, Allen Loynd was ignored by his parents during his childhood. Rather than him, Allen’s parents focused on his eldest brother. While the second child ran away from the house, Allen was left behind and compared to the far more successful eldest.

When his elder brother succeeded his family as the next heir, Allen was fourteen. Instead of remaining in the house, Allen chose to attend an academy at one of the most famous cities for magical theory, Roumalily.

At Roumalily, the originally useless third son of a viscount discovered his unique abilities. These were skills that were occasionally imbued into the bodies of the residents of the “World”. Sometimes, people are born with abilities, while at other times, people gain them. For instance, Jae’s rapid regeneration ability obtained from the experiments was one ability received from outside causes.

To have even one ability would be rare in the World. However, Allen Loynd had two naturally born abilities.

First, the ability to bypass all defenses to steal any single targeted object at a time. But, the target had to be a non-living thing.

Second, the ability to decipher all languages, including the language of the spirits.

With these two abilities, Allen was able to steal numerous rare and legendary artifacts all across the world.

And after five years of travel, Allen decided to host an auction in a city known as Rukpten. At first, it began as a way to generate wealth and find comfort. But after many successful endeavors, Allen’s greed for more wealth only increased exponentially.

With no girlfriend, no friends, nor any social life in general, Allen Loynd would simply focus on obtaining more wealth and luxuries. Earning more money was his means to enjoy life or his hobby over being a necessity.

However, on a certain auction that could have been the most profitable of his events in a parallel world, it became a failure.

Before the auction, he decided to visit his peculiar friend as usual. While auctions were interesting events, Allen never preferred to watch the endless greed and strife his auctions would generate. Instead, he would drink with Thomas upstairs Thomas’s bar.

Once he was about to hit the hay, a sudden explosion occurred outside his window. The dome and auction that he spent ten years of his life on were demolished within minutes.

In a panic, he rushed out of the bar and all the way to the dome on the other side of the city. Over there, he only discovered a pile of rubble.

Now, Allen faced two short figures in white masks and black robes. One appeared to be a demon, while the other seemed to be an angel threatening the former.

Nevertheless, Allen did not care in regards to what the duo was playing at. The single thing that the distressed Allen was concerned about included his precious items and wealth.

“Wait a minute. Aren’t those my magic crystals? How dare you steal from my auction!”

Allen withdrew a different book out and flipped to a page. Stolen from the fairies, the Book of Illusions allowed him to cast the fairy’s magic for a high mana cost and limited time. Furthermore, the sole reason why he could read the book was due to one of his abilities.

“Eiw de tolar iluu kaan!” He yelled while pointing at the duo. A mystical bird made of mist emerged from the book and blitzed at Jade.

“Screech!”

Unlike Melody’s incomplete illusions that would only fool the sense of sight, the illusions from the book were full-fledged fairy illusions. These illusions would trick all five senses and could physically hurt people.

Jade and Clara jumped away from each other, allowing the bird to bypass the gap the duo had created. The mystical bird made a U-turn as it continued to hunt down Jade.

Jade fell back as the bird passed a centimeter above her body. Flipping backward and then landing on her two feet, Jade grabbed a spear from the ruins and charged at Allen.

In the meantime, Clara pivoted around her leg as she spun her scythe. With her scythe, she slashed at the man.

“F*ck!” Allen cursed. Tripping on a rock, he tumbled backward, barely avoiding decapitation.

Utilizing this chance, Jade impaled her spear into the man’s book while Clara threatened the man with her scythe at his neck.

“Wait, wait, wait! I surrender! Don’t kill me!” While Allen was a skilled thief, as a fighter, he was as weak as a seven-year-old little girl. In order to not be killed by other thieves and criminals who wished to steal his wares, Allen had kept his identity hidden.

However, the shock of losing everything within seconds caused him to react without his usual rationality.

“Who are you?” Clara demanded.

“Autera Liron,” he lied.

Clara raised an eyebrow as she pushed her scythe’s blade closer to his neck.

“Wait! I’m Allen! Allen Loynd, the third son of the house of Loynd!” He cried out in distress.

“Why did you attack us? Are you allied with the southern demon lord?” Clara interrogated.

“No, no, no!” He shook his head rapidly. If Philip and all the customers of the auction had witnessed the elusive and “mighty” auction master in this pathetic state, their jaws would drop down to the other side of the world.

But, it was simply everyone’s misconception that the auction master was able to take whatever he wanted because of some kind of great personal strength rather than a simple ability.

“I would never ally with the demon lords! I’m a bonafide member of the Church of Unity! Look, my membership!” He held out a badge with a goose forming a heart shape.

Certainly, that was the same emblem which Lucy and Philip had, however, if he was from the same church, why was the duo not aware of a fellow member being the master of the auction?

When Jade asked this, Allen answered, “Did you think a church keeps all its members in check? There are millions of people following the religion and those same people visit the church as members. I only had to apply and become a member!”

“How is that proof of not cooperating with the demon lord?” Clara’s emerald eyes fiercely glared into his soul.

“You don’t know? When one joins a church, they are checked on whether or not Letum’s influence or mana has corrupted them. Even if the slightest touch of Letum’s mana could reveal one’s affiliation! I was checked recently, so you can verify at the nearest guild!” Allen explained with words shooting out like bullets.

“Plus, I attacked you thieves for stealing from my auction without paying thirty percent tax to me!” Allen held the blade and pushed it away from his neck.

“Despite how shady my actions are, I have equally stolen from all beings no matter what the race!” Allen arrogantly stated.

Clara pulled her weapon back while the two watched Allen’s every movement.

“So, could you let me off?” Allen had a wry expression plastered on his face.

Jade and Clara glanced at each other finding a rare comprehension of each other’s intentions.

“No, we have a use for you.”

The female demon’s violet eyes glistened within the ruined land.

——–

Bridget Will crawled closer to the two animal-masked men. Like Spiderman, she hung on the wall, waiting to use her string to defeat her foes.

Unfortunately, she still could not produce actual spider thread from her body.

“What do we do now? The moment we leave the city without the item, Sazroth will initiate the curse and then, we’re dead!” The penguin mask complained to the antelope masked man.

“Simple. We take the item back once they let their guard down,” the antelope mask replied. Holding a javelin, he spun the weapon twice before chucking it into the air.

After piercing through a wall, a black leg with several segments dropped onto the ground.

“Ugh,” Bridget grunted before shutting her mouth.

“We have company. Get ready, Peni,” the antelope mask crafted another javelin into his hand using magic.

“Alright, Anolen,” the penguin mask placed his hand in his bag.

Instead of turning to Bridget, the antelope mask threw the opposite direction of the wall.

A shining blade sliced through the javelin as the later disintegrated into black sparks. From the remnants of the javelin’s mana emerged a paladin in thin armor.

“You are minions of the southern demon lord!” The paladin roared as he reinforced his sword with mana, “Prepare yourselves! For I, Brandur Wordsmith, the servant of the Goddess Eva, shall slay you!”

“Yadda, yadda, blah blah blah. See if you can keep yapping that nonsense you foolish churchgoer,” the penguin mask withdrew a bomb. If Lucy was here, she would realize that the bomb was one of the ones that destroyed the dome without the use of magic.

As the penguin mask tossed bombs at the paladin, the paladin would cut through the bombs. With his mana, the paladin would create barriers of light around the fragments of the bombs and allow the pieces to implode.

But, while the paladin was preoccupied with the penguin mask, the antelope mask prepared rows of magical javelins floating near him. Grabbing the javelins one by one, the antelope mask hurled them at the paladin.

Immediately, the duo was alternating with javelins and bombs. Even the skilled paladin could not fend off the flurry of weapons as he accidentally misstepped.

A bomb exploded right in front of the man, destroying parts of his armor.

“Haha! Foolish human! Die!” The penguin mask was about to throw another bomb, however, a wire curled around the man’s hand. After Bridget stopped the penguin mask from throwing the bomb, the bomb detonated within the man’s hands as his burnt flesh splattered all over.

Despite still being cross with the paladin, Bridget could not watch the man die for trying to attack her enemies. After all, the enemy of her enemy was an ally.

Seeing the penguin mask blow up, Bridget’s stomach churned. Why did she of all people cause the death of another so similar to her own?

“Tch,” the antelope mask stepped away from the penguin mask in time. While using his momentum, the antelope mask continued to launch two javelins at the paladin.

With Bridget’s help, the paladin managed to regain enough strength to dodge.

Witnessing how useless his projectiles were, the antelope mask formed a large spear out of refined mana. Instead of throwing the spear, the antelope mask rushed toward the paladin to initiate close combat.

Astonishingly, the antelope mask was skilled with the spear to the point he could match a swordsman of the paladin’s caliber.

Due to his injured body, the paladin’s movements faltered while the antelope mask gained the upper hand. Soon enough, the antelope mask’s spear pierced through the paladin’s abdomen.

The paladin plunged into the ground. In response, the masked man removed the spear from the paladin.

“Come out,” the antelope mask faced the direction that Bridget was in. With the dark clouds blocking the night sky, it was difficult to perceive the black arachnid. However, the antelope mask could detect Bridget’s aura.

Knowing that he would chuck the spear at her if she did not act soon, Bridget acted.

Flinging her knives at the antelope mask, Bridget scrambled across the walls with apt speeds. The spear deflected the knives, except for a single one. Releasing the spear, the man caught hold of the last knife. As he yanked at the wire attached the knife, Bridget was hauled along like a fish caught by a fishing line.

When Bridget’s body arrived right in front of the man, he landed a punch on her. Bridget plummeted onto the ground.

“So this, arachnid decided to go against us. She even caused Peni to die,” the antelope mask latched onto the back side of Bridget’s neck and raised her body into the air.

In his other hand, a spear materialized.

“Now, you shall pay the price for killing my colleague.”

And the spear pierced into Bridget.

Or so she thought.

“How dare you hurt my Bridget!”

A furious girl covered in scales uncharacteristically shouted at the top of her lungs.
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