Asmodeus watched the auction continue with a pleasant smirk on his lips, the bids growing in slow and uncertain amounts. Because the empire's history wrote the Sirens as disgusting monsters, most of the nobles avoided their goods.
'Only the foolish and greedy are still bidding huh?'
A smirk grew on his moist, twisted lips.
"550,000!"
"560,000!"
"Come on' boys! This beautiful treasure could be yours for less than a million marks!"
The seductive woman's voice entrapped the males in lust, desire and focus. Miriam Vay's atmosphere was anything but normal. Yet, despite carrying a beauty close to his wives. Asmodeus felt nothing but danger.
'I should take a better look.'
With his eyes closed, Asmodeus focused on the auction house, each person's aura, their magic and reactions to what happened during the auction. He gathered the divine aura deep inside his heart to avoid it spreading.
'If someone detects me, it'll be annoying.'
