Mary's arrival at the auction unmistakably sent everything into a frenzy.
"One-hundred and fifty million!"
"One-hundred and eighty million!"
"Two hundred million!"
"Two hundred and thirty million!"
Nearly every wealthy and powerful Ghoul was unwilling to let such merchandise slip by, their gazes fixated on the girl on stage, captivated by her delicate beauty, the aura of a Nobleman's daughter, and her heterochromatic gold and blue eyes, not to mention the scent emanating from her—a fragrance that nearly completely ensnared the Ghouls, inducing an uncontrollable, instinctual craving.
"Three hundred million!"
