Chapter 11: The Auction’s Secret
Darius gave him a look that seemed to question his sanity. "Of course not. It's just mild admiration. I don't even know the guy—why would I take him as a disciple or teach him everything I know? Besides, I trained in royal secret techniques that cannot be passed on. Do you think I'd betray my country over some random stranger? I'm not insane."
After saying this, Darius instinctively glanced toward Eoryun, who stood atop his carriage, then back at his employer, whose face was expressionless.
Suddenly, realization dawned on him.
He was genuinely taken aback. "Wait—you don't seriously think I'd pour all my knowledge into him just because I admire him a little, do you? That's ridiculous. If we're being serious, even the current head of the Taeharin family would have to bow in greeting when meeting me. The social gap is too wide. If I truly did something like that, I'd be mocked by my peers."
"That said, seeing you react like this only reinforces how young you still are. In any case, you should cut back on those novels."
As they conversed, the farce at the city gates finally came to an end.
The gathered crowd gradually dispersed, and the entrance to Haneulseong City resumed its usual order, with people lining up to enter.
Standing at the very end of the queue, Illiya sighed as he looked ahead at the seemingly endless line.
"Watching a pointless drama from the front row only to end up at the very back of the queue—definitely not worth it."