It was a powerful country, one that possessed mysterious magic and unrivaled artifact crafting skills that allowed it to be part of the Six Kings alongside Zieghart.
Jayna Ruin Balkar was the princess of such a powerful kingdom.
The fact that she was the Balkar princess was already amazing enough, but she also possessed outstanding talent in magic and a special ability. As a result, she was the center of attention anywhere she went, and she was respected by everyone.
She was one of the few true royals in the continent, one who was recognized by everyone even if she hid her face with a mask.
And as the Balkar princess, she wasnât good at putting up with losses.
If she lost a fight, she had to win it back even if she had to rip a scroll costing over hundreds of gold, and if she lost a gamble, she had to win it back even if it meant she had to bet dozens of times the amount.
Jayna visited the shop after hearing that the mercenary that had won against her in a gamble the day before was there, then noticed his ring.
âGolden light?â
Her skill, Styr, allowed her to see an equipmentâs grade. That skill activated automatically and told her that the rusty ring he was holding was actually a unique grade item.
âWhy is something like that in such a place?â
The man was holding an item that shouldâve been traded in the second basement floor rather than a junkyard like that.
The ring was rusty, but that wasnât the important part as the unique grade was worth more than a golden ingot.
Jayna told the man she would buy the ring at ten times the price.
Honestly, she thought she didnât even need to pay ten times, as he should've just handed it over to her as he mustâve realized who she was by then.
Yet he firmly refused the deal.
Even when she offered fifty times the price, he didnât change his mind.
Despite being refused, Jayna smiled on the inside.
âHe doesnât know about me.â
The ignorant man that still didnât know her identity was going to crawl on the ground after realizing her identity. She let him go because she looked forward to that day.
The man went back to the auction house without showing any reaction to getting laughed at.
It seemed he was interested in the black butterfly, as he made his bid on it for the first time after silently watching the auction.
âWas that his goal?â
Jayna smiled broadly and raised her hand. Each time the man raised the price, she made another bid to raise it even further.
The price surpassed thirty gold in no time, and he raised his hand very slowly. Forty gold.
âIs forty gold all he has?â
The man that took the ring only had thirty-five to forty gold. It was literally change to her. She sneered and raised it to fifty gold.
âUghâŚâ
The man lowered his hand with a groan, and he never raised it again.
Even after that, Jayna kept her bid on the items the man was bidding on to win them at almost twice their price.
The manâs expression became dry like an unwatered flower. It seemed he was nervously wondering who he had offended.
âThatâs a great expression.â
She didnât feel that it was a waste of money since it was a small amount that she could easily win back. What she really wanted to see was that expression of despair and confusion.
âSigh!â
The man left the auction house, leaving his luggage behind.
âI can see it.â
She could already see his astonishment upon hearing her identity.
He mustâve gone to wash his face to come to his senses. What he was going to do after that was even more obvious.
He was going to kneel with his free will and offer her the ring, since no one in the world could live on after getting on the wrong side of Balkar.
Filled with anticipation, Jayna crossed her long legs and enjoyed the rest of the auction as it neared its end.
The man returned soon after, as the auction was almost over.
âI knew it.â
His wet face was filled with exhaustion. He mustâve been astonished to find out her identity.
âHuhu.â
Jayna stood behind the man, her mouth curved in an arrogant smile.
âIt looks like youâre having some trouble.â
She jeered at him with a smile. She thought he was going to kneel and bow at any moment.
However, his attitude was the exact opposite of what she had expected.
With an annoyed expression, he asked her whether she was deaf and waved his hand as if he was chasing away a fly.
âIs this crazy bastard serious?â
He still must not have realized who she was. That was the only way to explain his arrogant attitude.
âIt looks like you still havenât realized who I am.â
As she was about to take off her mask, the guard that had been staying in her room ran up to her in a hurry.
âY-young lady. The auctioned items have d-disappeared from the room!â
âWhat?â
âThe butterfly and a few other auctioned items have disappeared completely. I-I donât know what happenedâŚâ
The trembling guard was telling him the auctioned items had disappeared when there was no intruder.
âWhat kind of bullshitâŚâ
âIt looks like youâre having some trouble.â
As she was about to question him, the man smiled while repeating exactly what sheâd told him earlier. He sneered. It was the smile she always showed others.
âHe is the culprit!â
Her intuition that was almost never wrong was whispering to her. That beggar was the culprit behind the theft.
âYou mustâve done it.â
Jayna confidently told him.
âDo what?â
âYou stole it!â
âI donât understand what I am supposed to have stolen.â
The man shuddered. The dumb guy next to him was the only one trembling.
âYou offended the wrong person.â
Jayna patiently bit her red lips and took off her fox mask. There was no way anyone at that place wouldnât recognize her face, yet his expression remained dull.
âWhat are you doing?â
âDo you not know me?â
âI donât.â
âHah!â
She got even more angry because he really looked like he didnât recognize her.
âIâm Jayna. Iâm the youngest daughter of the king of the Balkar kingdom, Delua Balkar.â
âBalkar princess?â
Even though it was hurting her pride, she introduced herself. The hood covering his head trembled visibly. It looked like he had finally realized who he had offended.
âYes, you just offended the BalkâŚâ
âSo what?â
The manâs voice, which had huffed in astonishment, turned flat as he snickered.
âReally, you bastard. Seize him!â
âYoung lady?â
âIâm sure he stole the auctioned items! Grab him and search him!â
Jayna screamed. It didnât matter whether he was really the culprit or not. She just wanted to see his wrinkled face.
âPlease excuse me.â
The guardsâ hands were rough despite their polite words. When they extended their hands to crush his shoulder in an instant, the manâs hand drew a semi-circle.
Thud!
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The guardâs arm broke as he was squashed on the ground. The man placed his feet on the guardâs head and snorted.
âYou just started attacking without a second thought. Are you confident you can handle it?â
The man spoke in a gloomy voice while stomping on the guard. He looked around, but no one was trying to help him. It was obvious that no one would want to get on the wrong side of Balkar.
âNo one is going to help you. Iâll personally prove that you are the thiâŚâ
âRaon? Itâs really Raon!â
As she was about to cast magic, a pleasant voice could be heard from behind them.
âWhat?â
A blond man wearing a luxurious uniform came up to the man.
âGreer?â
Jaynaâs eyes widened.
It was the Owen Kingdomâs third prince, Greer de Owen, that she had met pretty often on her childhood. He looked glad as he approached the beggar.
âItâs you! I knew it was you because it was exactly the same voice!â
âItâs been a long time.â
It seemed he was acquainted with Greer from the way he was bowing to him.
âGreer, do you know him?â
âOf course I do!â
Greer gave a big nod and pointed at the man.
âI told you about him before, that thereâs a real genius swordsman in Zieghart. Thatâs him, Raon Zieghart!â
âZiegâŚhart?â
Jayna swallowed upon hearing his name. Her pupils trembled violently.
âD-did you just say Zieghart?â
âThe ruler of the north!â
âWh-which means, Balkar just picked a fight with Zieghart, right?â
âWow, this isâŚâ
The eyes shone from the people that had been secretly spectating. The clash between two of the Six Kings, Balkar and Zieghart, had stirred their curiosity and surpassed their fear.
âTsk.â
The man named Raon took off his hood. His blonde hair and red eyes were clearly the same color as Glennâs, Zieghartâs current head of house.
âDirect line!â
He mustâve been a member of the direct line to have that color eyes and hair. He was literally the wrong person to mess with.
âWhat did you say again? You told me I donât know my place and called me a thief. And now you even started attacking me first.â
Raonâs eyes shone with a crimson light. The burning pressure rising up from his feet started dominating the space. The extremely violent wave of energy was suffocating her.
âI think I made enough efforts to put up with it. What do you think?â
âTh-thatâsâŚâ
Jayna swallowed. Dealing with a foolish mercenary and Zieghartâs direct line were two completely different things.
âShall I consider it Balkarâs provocation on Zieghart?â
âI-I didnât know who you were.â
âIsnât that even more crazy if you insulted and picked a fight with someone you didnât even know? You have an eccentric personality.â
Raonâs long explanation was sarcastic towards her.
âSeriously, this bastardâŚâ
She was burning with anger. Even though she was the first one to pick a fight, she couldn't keep her temper as he jeered at her in return.
âHah, so what? Can you speak in Zieghartâs name?â
Even though he was a member of the direct line, speaking in Zieghartâs name shouldâve been difficult. She was sure he had no choice but to overlook the matter.
âI can.â
âWhatâŚâ
âI said I can speak in Zieghartâs name.â
When sheâd expected him to withdraw, he confidently nodded his head.
âI can challenge you to a fight under Zieghartâs name right here and now. Can you do the same?â
âB-bullshit!â
Jayna trembled her chin.
âItâs a lie. It must be a lie!â
She thought he was just bluffing, but Raonâs pressure was overwhelming their surroundings with unwavering eyes.
âNow that I think about itâŚâ
Greer had mentioned before that the guy named Raon was extremely talented and proficient with the sword, that he might one day become Zieghartâs head of house.
âAnd the fact that he is moving around outside now means he has become a swordsman.â
His youthful appearance. The fact that he became a swordsman at that age meant that he was pretty popular.
âTrying to suppress a Zieghartâs swordsman and accusing them of being a thief is a more serious matter than you think.â
âUghâŚâ
Jayna bit her lip.
âIâll give you one last chance. Apologize. Iâll overlook this matter if you beg for forgiveness right now. If not, Iâll personally visit Balkar.â
Raonâs voice weighed down on her heavily. It felt like her lungs were crushed. Such a heavy pressure made her wonder if he was truly younger than Greer.
âI-I need some time to thinkâŚâ
âIâll give you five seconds. Five, fourâŚâ
He started counting, so she couldnât even buy any time. Pressure, gaze, the way he controlled the situation, everything was extraordinary. There was no way someone like him was lying.
âDamn itâŚâ
She looked around. The auction staff and the clients were all looking at them. Her head was filled with the thought that she shouldnât have taken her mask off.
âThree, two, one.â
âI-Iâm sorry.â
The moment Raon said one, she apologized in a hurry. However, his expression didnât get any softer.
âWhat kind of personâs apologies are barely audible?â
âI-Iâm sorry.â
Jayna grit her teeth and apologized.
âWhat kind of person holds her head up while apologizing?â
âSeriouslyâŚâ
âDo it.â
Hearing Raonâs order, Jayna trembled and lowered her head.
âI-Iâm sorry.â
âWhat are you sorry about?â
âHuuâŚâ
She wanted to immediately stand up and cast a magic spell at him, but she held back. She couldnât let all her efforts be in vain.
âI-Iâm sorry for picking a fight at the auction house and casino, and for suspecting you of theft.â
She had no choice. Jayna met Raonâs eyes while raising her head slowly. His gaze felt like she was facing the North Sea, giving her goosebumps.
âIâll stop here, too, since thereâs no need to escalate the matter any further.â
âAhâŚâ
âIf you donât want to bring shame to your kingdom, youâd better watch how you speak and behave in the future.â
He left after making a hand gesture that suggested he saw her as a pathetic being. Greer frowned at her before following Raon.
ââŚâŚâ
Because of Jaynaâs silence, everyone in the auction house was unable to breathe properly as they covered their mouths.
âManager.â
âEh, yes?â
The auction houseâs manager, who was under the stairs, ran up like a dog whose tail was on fire.
âHas the VIP floorâs security sensor been activated today?â
âN-no, it hasnât.â
âWhereâs the control room?â
âP-please come this way.â
The manager guided her to the control room with his body bent in half.
âBring me the entry list from the magic stone sensor and the entire security history!â
Jayna screamed while destroying the table inside the control room.
âIâm sure it exists.â
She had no choice but to lose this time, but she could reverse it as long as she found proof of his theft. She wanted to find proof at all costs to pay him back several times.
âCheck everything, including the ants! Don't overlook a single detail!â
However, Raon didnât appear anywhere, no matter how hard her guards and the auction houseâs staff searched. Him entering and leaving the restroom was all they could find.
âNo wayâŚâ
Jayna collapsed, trembling. Her intuition was almost never wrong. She was certain Raon was the thief, and she didnât expect that not a single piece of evidence could be found.
The uneasiness, the reaction of his underling, and the circumstances around the end of the auction all pointed towards the fact that Raon had stolen the auctioned items.
Yet, there was no proof.
She was really going to face a reprisal if she suspected him again without any proof.