Chapter 13: The Auction Begins
His thoughts had long since drifted to his teacher, as he anxiously awaited a response.
Seated on the sofa, he remained still, his expression unreadable.
His hands rested on his lap, his left hand slowly twisting the bracelet on his right wrist, turning it over and over again.
Darius glanced around the room.
The atmosphere in the private box was far too heavy, even making him uncomfortable.
He couldn't let things continue like this.
The tension needed to be eased—at least a little—so they wouldn't feel so stifled just sitting there.
After much deliberation, he decided to bring up a random topic.
"Hahaha, Illiya, what are you doing right now?" Darius asked, his voice unnaturally dry.
Illiya turned his head and stared at Darius intently, his golden eyes unblinking.
His gaze was unusually solemn—more serious than Darius had ever seen before.