The Deadly Assassin Robin

The Price of Privilege

The auctioneer froze mid–swing, the gavel suspended in the air as he looked up toward the voice.

The woman who had spoken was stunning, modern, poised, radiating the aura of someone born into privilege.

Every guest in the auction hall turned to look at her.

A hundred million Netheris coins for a dagger from a foreign land? It seemed excessive.

Even if the weapon hailed from the distant and mysterious Earthend.

Even if the auctioneer had claimed it once belonged to a handmaiden of the legendary Divine Drakebane.

Yes, such an item could be considered priceless.

But was it really worth that much?

Unless, of course, the buyer had more money than they knew what to do with.

Whoever could afford this dagger was either incredibly wealthy or incredibly powerful.

Most likely both. And definitely one of the elite few in Gyro.

A spotlight turned and settled on the woman.

The auctioneer hesitated, then visibly stiffened.

It was her, Mabel, the daughter of Hunderra’s Duke.

Seated beside her were two heirs from the country’s most influential families. Donald Maack, son of the Maacks, and Lucian of the Shelbys.

Another young woman sat next to them, unfamiliar to most. Still, anyone seen in Mabel’s company likely had a formidable background of their own.

Whispers rippled through the crowd.

“So it’s the Duke’s daughter. No wonder. That dagger is as good as hers.”

“The Duke of Hunderra’s wealth is unmatched. A hundred million coins are practically pocket change to them,” someone murmured in the crowd.

“No wonder she’s being so relentless. She has to have that dagger.”

Ryleigh, who had come with Mabel, knew exactly what was happening. Mabel was stubborn and intentionally caused trouble with Robin and Daphne.

She didn’t care about the dagger/It was about proving a point.

“Mabel,” Ryleigh whispered, trying to calm her down. “Is this really necessary? You don’t even like the dagger. Why go out of your way to get back at them?” noveldrama

Mabel snapped, her tone sharp as ice, “I’m getting that dagger today, no matter what. Even if I have to buy

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it to throw away, I’m not letting them win.

She shot a cold glance toward the auctioneer. “Today, I’ll see if they have the guts to challenge me

Beside her, Donald and Lucian nodded enthusiastically. “Exactly. Who does this outsider think he is, actin like he can take what he wants? Mabel, if you want it, we’ll help. If you don’t have enough, tell me. 131 ask my dad for more!”

Although Mabel was the Duke’s daughter, pulling off a hundred million coins wasn’t easy, especially considering that neither Donald nor Lucian could summon that kind of cash alone.

They were offering words of support, not actual backing.

Realizing the situation was tense, the auctioneer stepped forward to calm things down.

“Ms. Lovett, may I ask how much you’re willing to bid?” he asked, trying to restore order.

Mabel let out a cold laugh, her voice dripping with confidence. “Fifty million Netheris coins.

The auctioneer blinked, stunned by the figure.

“Ms. Lovett, did you mean 500 million?”

Mabel’s expression turned icy. “Do I look like I’m joking? I said 50 million, and I’m taking that dagger. No one is walking away with it but me.”

A heavy silence fell over the room.

The Duke’s daughter was serious. She wasn’t just going to outbid everyone; she was going to force her will on them.

One hundred million was a fair bid, and here she was, offering half and still expecting to claim the dagger.

“Is she really trying to use her father’s title to force this through?”

A few guests murmured quietly, casting glances at the tense scene unfolding.

“The auction house isn’t some back alley operation,” one whispered. “Their backing comes from the Black Faith Order.”

“If Ms. Lovett thinks she can use her status as the Duke’s daughter to muscle her way into claiming that dagger. She’s in for a rude awakening. The auctioneer won’t cave to that.”

The auctioneer furrowed his brow slightly, his tone measured but unmistakably firm. “Ms. Lovett, surely you’re not serious?”

Mabel’s voice was cold, unwavering// “You think I’m joking? I’ll say it one more time, 50 million. The dagger is mine.”

She rose from her seat and strode directly toward the stage.

Donald and Lucian followed behind her.

The auctioneer gave a cool, unreadable smile.

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“Ms. Lovett, I’m afraid that’s not how this works. This auction is bound by rules, which say the highest legitimate bidder wins. Even if Duke Zennet were here, he’d still have to follow them. No exceptions.

Donald and Lucian fell silent at once.

They all knew who stood behind this auction house.

And with the auctioneer taking a hard stance like that, there was no way anyone would try pulling rank, even with a duke’s title, to force the sale.

Earlier, Donald and Lucian had been all bravado, promising to throw down a hundred million to back Mabel up.

But now, face to face with the real deal, not a single word came out of their mouths.

Because the truth was, they didn’t have that kind of money. Not even close.

Even the Duke of Hunderra wouldn’t let Mabel drop a hundred million on a dagger to settle a personal

score.

The crowd below watched them standing awkwardly onstage, quietly amused.

Still just kids, they thought. Thinking they could strong–arm an auction house backed by the Black Faith Order just by flashing some fancy last names. Ridiculous.

The auctioneer’s voice cut through the tension.

“Gentlemen, if you’re not prepared to raise the bid, please step off the stage. This is a business that runs on money. Whoever offers the highest price takes the item. That’s the rule.”

A wave of quiet murmurs began rippling through the audience.

Donald and Lucian stood stiffly under the lights, clearly out of place and out of confidence.

If this dragged on any longer, it’d become a full–on embarrassment.

Mabel, unfazed, cast a disdainful glance toward Robin and Daphne down below. “Sir, what if I throw this in on top of the bid? Would that dagger be mine for 50 million then?”

As she spoke, she reached into her pocket and pulled out Blackfaith Seal.

Gasps filled the room.

It wasn’t just any seal. It was the Black Faith Order’s sovereign seal, one of only three ever made by the head of the Order.

This seal wasn’t just rare. It symbolized ultimate authority within the Black Faith Order.

Only the most treasured guests of the Black Faith Order were ever given one.

Across all 18 cities of Rosha, only three of these Blackfaith Seals existed.

One was held by the ruler of Rosha, another by the Duke of Hunderra, and the third, still waiting to be given, remained in the possession of the Black Faith Order’s leader.

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If the seal Mabel held belonged to the Duke of Hunderra, truth be told. Even if she didn’t offer a single credit, the auction house would have no choice but to hand over the dagger.

Down in the crowd, many of the guests clearly disapproved of what Mabel was doing.

Still, none could deny the reality.

When power enters the room, even money has to bow its head.

Donald and Lucian both let out subtle sighs of relief.

With Mabel holding Blackfaith Seal, they didn’t have to scramble for money.

And most importantly, they wouldn’t have to suffer the humiliation of backing down and walking off the stage empty–handed.

Donald lit up instantly. “You do recognize what this Blackfaith Seal represents, don’t you?”

He then turned to the audience, clearly playing to the crowd. “This isn’t just any seal. This Blackfaith Seal is something only the most honored guests of the Black Faith Order receive.

“Whoever holds this seal is granted the highest status and respect across Rosha.

“The order’s leader himself has said what kind of treatment comes with this seal. I’m sure the auctioneer and you here know exactly what that means.”

Donald and Lucian kept going, practically foaming their mouth with excitement, hyping up the Blackfaith Seal like it was their family crest.

Mabel scanned the room, eyes locking briefly with every major guest, before landing on Robin and Daphne with a pointed, smug glare.

She raised an eyebrow, taunting. “So, can I take the dagger now?”

The auctioneer gave her a small nod. “Of course you can, Ms. Lovett.”

Then he turned toward Robin with a courteous, apologetic tone. “I’m sorry. I’m sure you understand- when someone carries a Blackfaith Seal given directly by the head of the Black Faith Order, we have no choice. The dagger must go to Ms. Lovett.”

Robin smiled faintly. “What if I have one too?”

Mabel, Donald, and Lucian froze.

The entire room turned and stared at Robin and Daphne in stunned silence.

Two people in the back, practically invisible a moment ago, were now claiming they had a Blackfaith Seal?

Could they be agents from Rosha?

Even the auctioneer was caught completely off guard.

“Sir, you’re not joking, are you?”

Robin turned to Daphne and handed her a seal. “Show him. If this seal means nothing. I’ll bring the whole

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Daphne took the Blackfaith Seal from him and walked it to the auctioneer. Her eyes lingered on the adamantine dagger, Ritacharm, for a long moment.

It was as if she could hear Rita’s voice calling to her across time and steel.

“I’ve missed you.”

The auctioneer cradled the seal with reverence.

Donald scoffed. “It’s gotta be fake. There’s no way he has something like that.”

Lucian quickly piled on. “Exactly! No chance. The Black Faith Order wouldn’t just give that kind of symbol to someone like him. That seal’s a fake!”

But Mabel stayed silent, her eyes fixed on the seal in the auctioneer’s hands, her expression tight and unsettled.

She knew better than anyone. No one dares fake a Blackfaith Seal.

More importantly, no one can. These seals were imbued with the Order leader’s own power, and no one outside the Order could possibly replicate one.

The auctioneer’s expression darkened. “Mr. Maack. Mr. Shelby. I’d advise you both to watch your words.

“If either of you dares to slander a sacred item from the Black Faith Order, do you really think the Shelbys or the Maacks could survive the consequences?”

He held the seal aloft, his voice steady. “I can confirm it. This Blackfaith Seal is real.”