Chapter 15: Banquet (3) {kidnapped?}
For a moment, time seemed to freeze.
The nobles and spectators stood still, their expressions a mix of awe and disbelief. Why? Because Alisa, the Fourth Princess of the Orthodox Kingdom, had just spoken. And not just anyone—Alisa was renowned for her Bright Yellow Talent, a level so rare that it symbolized a once-in-a-generation genius.
Always quiet, always expressionless, Alisa had never shown interest in anything—or anyone—before today.
Her mother, Queen Lorraine, one of the continent's most powerful warriors, stood beside her. A revered 7-Star Knight, Lorraine's aura alone commanded respect. She was the only person Alisa ever seemed close to, as her sisters were too preoccupied with politics or training, and the King was stationed at the empire's border, guarding the frontlines against a possible demon invasion.
Alisa's petite frame and doll-like face remained stoic, but her bright amber eyes were locked onto me.
She stood calmly, waiting for her mother's verdict. Despite her cold exterior, she was clearly expecting her mother to buy me—especially since the slave mark on my neck confirmed my status.
Given my unusually delicate features, nearly ethereal face, and the fact I was dressed in a maid's outfit, it wasn't surprising she had taken interest. I looked more like a beautiful ornament than a warrior.
Lucy, standing beside me, narrowed her eyes. Though she didn't seem overly worried, I could see a twitch of emotion. Still, she treated the princess like a child—certainly not a rival.
She gave a polite, distant smile and said to the Queen, "Your Majesty, he is my property. I can't simply hand him over to your daughter."
Queen Lorraine, her brown hair tied into a simple yet elegant ponytail, tilted her head. Her graceful white neck was exposed, enhancing her regal aura. She was breathtaking—on par with Lucy herself.
She nodded calmly. "How about one hundred thousand gold coins?" she asked, her voice full of anticipation.