At last, the limousine came to a stop.
Their destination was an opera house built in the nineteenth century.
The nearby streets, which had been cleared in advance for the auction, were occupied by nothing but luxury sedans and wealthy people dressed in expensive clothes.
Even beneath the pouring rain, the excitement on the faces of those standing beneath umbrellas showed no sign of cooling.
Jioh swiftly threw on the raincoat Hwanghon held out to her. Thanks to the oversized hood, her small face disappeared completely, leaving only her chin visible.
Shhhhhhhhh…….
“[May I see your invitation?]”
Jeong Gilgaon presented an invitation engraved with magical lettering and answered in flawless French.
“[We came at Madame Pintada’s invitation.]”
“[You are slightly late. The main event has already begun. Madame will be waiting for you inside.]”
The doorman smiled politely as he opened the car door.
“[Welcome to the Trahart Auction.]”
The interior was nothing like what was known about the place. Unlike its old and cramped exterior, the space seemed to have undergone some kind of magical expansion.
Perhaps it was true that the event had already started, because there were few people wandering around.
And about halfway up the staircase in the red-carpeted lobby stood Madame Lambert with…