The Auction Begins
A faint laugh escaped Leon's lips.
Rias only smiled innocently, as if she had said nothing unusual.
Leon smiled faintly.
He didn't take the farce just now to heart.
What so-called prince?
To him, Lord James was just a small fry who could be destroyed with a flick of his finger.
He was not worth his attention.
The only reason Leon had not made a move earlier was because he was worried about Rias.
After all, she was still connected to the royal family by blood.
Leon might not care about the Drake Empire, but he cared about the feelings of the people around him.
If Rias had shown even the slightest hesitation, he would have handled the situation differently.
But she had not.
Instead, she had practically encouraged him to beat Lord James into a pig's head.
Leon found the thought rather amusing.
He turned toward Cavir Walton.
The latter immediately straightened.
"Shopkeeper Cavir, I don't want this to happen again. Do you… understand?"
