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"Thirty!"
"Forty!"
"F-Fifty! I want the little one!"
"No, I saw her first! Seventy!"
"Give me the one with red hair—she has a face that screams she must be corrected! Hehehe! A hundred for her!"
The nobles roared and bickered, bidding furiously to purchase the orc women as if they were mere objects.
A powerful killing intent radiated from Maria's entire body. With the slightest flick of her hand, every one of these repulsive men could die instantly.
Yet for Julia's sake, she held back.
"Maria… please calm down," Julia's small hand rested on her shoulder. Maria gave a silent nod. "Until things begin, we need to stay low and avoid drawing suspicion."
"I know…" Maria muttered. "But even so, I can barely stand watching this… If I have to pretend to be one of these nobles, then…"
She stepped forward. Her serious expression vanished, replaced by an exaggerated laugh as she kicked a noble aside, sending him sprawling with a scream.
"W-Who the hell are you—Angh!"
