"Two thousand platinum coins."
The words fell like thunder across the silent hall.
It was an amount that even nobles—those used to tossing gold around for luxury—would hesitate to spend without serious thought.
And yet, a single boy, sitting calmly among the crowd, had just bid it without a hint of hesitation.
Azhriel.
The murmurs began almost instantly.
"Did he just say two thousand?"
"That's two hundred thousand gold coins!"
"Is he insane—or… just that rich?"
Even the nobles in the VIP lounges looked stunned. The sheer audacity of the bid sent a ripple of disbelief across the entire auction house.
Up in the main cast's lounge, no one could speak. Raymond, Samuel, Chloe, and the rest simply stared at Azhriel, who looked utterly indifferent—like someone who had just ordered tea instead of spending a fortune.
It was unbelievable. Hard to digest. But one truth became clear to all of them.
Azhriel was loaded.
