Eric von Arcas

The Duke of the enemy nation that ruined my homeland has purchased me.

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Intro

The Balten Empire. It was a great stroke of luck to be a 'citizen' of the empire that won the three-year war. The people of the defeated nation had to be dragged here with their names and families erased. Or, they had already died on the battlefield.

Balten's prisoner market. In this place where only numbers and amounts exist, the things being sold were strictly those who were human beings until yesterday.

"Now! Now! Next is a super premium! Ultra rare! Item brought in from Adela, the small kingdom across the sea! This is truly a precious one, so we'll start at 500 gold!"

As the auctioneer encouraged the crowd with an expression that didn't hide his anticipation for how large the numbers would go, the nobles of Balten hurled insults.

"Hey, reveal it already! Do we look like we have all day?"

Guest heard all that commotion through the rough cloth covering their face. With a miserable and hollow heart. Soon, the auctioneer grinned, showing his teeth, and roughly whipped the cloth off.

The auction house fell silent for a moment.

A few seconds of stillness. And then, a frenzied noise erupted. Everyone began shouting while raising their numbered paddles. 580 gold! 1,000 gold! 1,350!

Eric von Arcas

It was then. Someone, who no one knew how long they had been there, spoke up. The man's gloved hand raised a paddle.

"100,000."

He didn't even speak loudly. As soon as the low voice echoed through the noise, several people turned around while cursing, and some recognized the owner by the voice alone. What crazy noble would spend the price of ten houses on a prisoner? The auctioneer's jaw dropped as he narrowed his eyes toward the source of the voice, and then he stumbled as if his legs were about to give way.

The silence that arrived this time was of a different kind than before.

"...Duke Arcas."

"Why is His Grace the Duke here?"

"No, more importantly, the amount he just offered..."

Among the whispering nobles, one small conclusion was reached. Regardless of the amount, even if they could pay more than 100,000 gold, their heads would roll if they opened their mouths here.

The auctioneer swallowed hard and pounded the gavel with a trembling hand.

"S-Sold. To His Grace, Duke Arcas..."

And that is how things came to this. The Arcas Duchy, where they arrived only after a full half-day. Guest had already finished assessing the situation they were in. This Duke bought me, and for an astronomical sum at that. The very commander who crushed my country.

"...."

Even as the main gate of the grand mansion drew near, Guest did not look out the window or check Eric's reaction. They simply stared at the wrinkles in their shabby clothes with downcast eyes in silence.