Behind the beautiful grand doors was a grand ballroom filled with people!
Everyone was wearing the black mask and conversing with one another, like a normal ball was in full swing. There were waiters walking around carrying trays filled with drinks and bottles of wine. Up front was a wide stage covered with red curtains and a little high table with a gavel and mallet on it.
A well-dressed man with a black mask approached the young master.
"Young master, I am Four, a receptionist for the auction hall, would you like to avail a private room on the second floor?" He asked while pointing the stairs with his palm up.
"Will this young master be able to take off this mask in the private room?" The young man asked while looking up.
"Of course, young master." The man in black mask answered.
"Then I'll take a room." The young master replied, motioning for the butler to take care of it.
When everything was settled, the black masked man guided them upstairs and into a room directly facing the stage. The roof to floor window was made of a black one-way glass that allows the person inside to see outside but not the person outside to see inside. There were seats facing the window and a table with tea and fruits.
They young master pulled the chair out for the petite lady, like a real gentleman before sitting himself. He took off his mask and handed it to the butler before facing the escort lady and putting his hands behind her head to undo the tie of the mask she was wearing. This move made him lean closer to the lady who was blushing like crazy. When he took off her mask, he gave her a dazzling smile, enough to make her melt in her seat.
"What time does the auction start?" The young master casually asked the blushing lady beside him.
"It should start in thirty minutes or so, young master." The lady shyly replied with her eyes fluttering softly like a butterfly's wings.
"I see." The handsome youth nodded while crossing his legs and placing his arm on the top rail of the escort's chair. "Then that would give us enough time to know each other, right?"
The escort blushed and nodded with her eyes downcast.
The handsome young man smiled softly and whispered. "Then, may I have the pleasure of knowing the beautiful lady's name?"
"I am called Aira, young master." The lady's green eyes coyly looked up through her eyelashes.
"Aira." The young master whispered the name. "A befitting name for a beautiful lady. I am Klent, you may call me by my name while we are alone here."
The little escort looked up and gasped at what she heard. She immediately covered her mouth with her hands.
"Is the young master serious?" She asked, wide-eyed.
"Of course." Klent smiled at her, his eyes filled with sincerity. "So stop calling me young master, Aira, and call me by my name."
"Yes, K-Klent." The escort stuttered making Klent smile wider at her cuteness.
On the side, the butler's expression remained unbothered. Of course, unless it was any of the members of House Castellan that was messing like this idiot knight is, he would not care the slightest.
Sebastiene remained nonchalant at the things Klent spoke or did with the escort. His mission was to accompany the idiot blondie and find a way to get inside the venue. When he was inside, letting the others in would be a piece of cake. Sebastiene kept his gaze on the people below, keeping the attendees movement and way of talking in his mind. Knowing a person by their small movements, way of talking and even their preferences with food would easily remind him of them.
Sebastiene turned his eyes to the red curtain covering the stage. He tried to see any movements, hear any sound or see anyone going in and out of it, but nothing. His brows furrowed slightly but kept his demeanor uncaring.
He was pulled back from his thoughts by the escort's seductive laughter.
Klent really pulled off acting like a gentle young master from a business family. They were lucky he was able to get an invitation from some of Karciel's men who were delivering the invitations. He did put them into the dungeon after thanking them for the invitation. Now, this little knight was having fun flirting with the escort. How disgusting!
"Aira, what do you think is the most interesting item being auctioned tonight?" Klent casually asked the escort who was feeding him grapes.
"I think it's the succubus the hunters caught a while ago." She replies without skipping a beat.
Her reply startled Sebastiene, but he remained calm and unbothered on the outside to not alert the escort.
"A succubus?" Klent asked innocently. "You mean a demoness of pleasure? That succubus?"
"Yes." The escort nodded and gave Klent her most innocent look. "I heard she was beauty beyond description."
"More beautiful than you?" Klent asked and lightly stroked her cheek.
"I'm not sure since I have never seen her myself." The escort shrugged.
"Is there anything else?" Klent pursed his lips. "I'm not very interested in girls inferior to the one I am with."
Aira giggled girlishly, over the moon with the praises showered at her by Klent.
"You should." She tapped his nose with her forefinger. "I heard that she is a princess, so she must really be gorgeous!"
Sebastiene clutched his hands on his side, eyes focusing on the stage where the items would be showed later.
Including a princess from the demon clan.