Chapter 62:

Chapter 62:

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Upon leaving the auction house, the group noticed a crowd of people all dressed in white beyond the tent.

Having arrived at the auction house later to help clean up, Eshelrid too noticed them and stopped in his tracks.

They are priests.

The prominent long white robes were a symbol of the priests.

However, among them, one priest who had deeply hooded his robe bowed slightly in their direction. By the small stature and physique, the priest appeared to be a woman.

Teo, who had been watching, also nodded towards that priest.

Thats the priest from earlier.

Teo explained as if telling the shocked Eshel.

It turned out that the priest Teo had brought at Juliets request a while ago was one of those people.

?

For a moment, Juliet hesitated.

Teo.

Yes?

Did you see that priests face earlier?

No, why?

Juliet, driven by an inexplicable intuition, looked back to where the priests had disappeared. But they had already left their spots.

But why are the priests here?

Juliet glanced at the tent they had emerged from and commented.

They buy possessed items.

Wait, why would they want such items?

They exorcise them and then resell them.

Even though they were temple priests, they werent so virtuous as to never set foot in a black market. Instead, they had a keen sense for making money.

Exorcising and selling was one of their means of making money.

Eshels eyes lit up with interest.

How do you know that?

Teo, who had been quietly listening, asked with suspicion. However, Juliet didnt provide any explanation.

Exorcism was once one of Dahlias specialties in her past life.

She remembered seeing Dahlia buy possessed items at auctions after she revealed her ability to exorcise these items with her divine powers.

Lets go.

Juliet climbed onto the carriage first.

But throughout the return journey, Juliet was deeply lost in thought, not uttering a single word.

Priests appearing in the black market?

Is this related to Dahlia?

Considering her memories from her first life, the timing seemed to match.

But then, there should be a lot of noise about prophecies and divine manifestations.

It was unusually quiet compared to her past memories.

Apart from the news that DUke Carlyle was preparing for his wedding, there seemed to be no news indicating Dahlias reappearance. What could have happened?

By the way, we didnt get the egg appraised, what shall we do?

Its fine.

She had hesitated because she found the unknown egg fascinating and intriguing. But Juliet decided to think rationally.

Just find a buyer for it.

She couldnt predict her own fate, so she couldnt be responsible for something else.

Oh, if thats the case, it would be better to get it appraised first. It would fetch a higher price.

I dont care.

Crack.

Suddenly, a cracking sound was heard.

?

Did you hear that?

Lady?

Eshelrid and Teo inquired from the front seat.

By the way, have you named it?

Is that important?

The name of a dragon is special. The names of kings might fade, but the names of all the dragons ever existed remain in history.

Speaking of which, she remembered that wizards of the Mage Tower are obsessed with dragons.

Theyd record anything about dragons, and theyd risk their lives to study them.

Will this ones name also remain in the historical records forever?

Watching the baby dragon play on the floor, Juliet said,

Chirpy.

Are you serious?

It chirps, doesnt it?

Chirps?

While playing with a soft cloth, the baby dragon looked up, seemingly recognizing the conversation was about it.

How about Blackie?

Its black, slimy, and round.

Juliet knew from the beginning that she wasnt good at naming. But watching Eshels reaction darken with each suggestion was somewhat amusing.

Is it that weird?

Seemingly feeling desperate, Eshel flipped through a book.

How about Balak? In ancient language, it means great dragon

I dont like it.

More than disliking the meaning, she simply didnt want to name the baby dragon.

For some reason, naming it feels like I really have to raise it.

Who would want to buy it?

You seem naive.

Eshel adjusted his glasses as if he was surprised.

The last record of a dragon was from 300 years ago.

The dragon was known as the extinct king of magical creatures.

Itd fetch a good price?

Eshelrid explained:

Dragon skin doesnt burn in any fire, and a single drop of dragons blood is said to be a potent antidote.

Really?

Juliet looked at her lap with suspicion.

Peep?

The dragon tilted its head, seemingly understanding the topic.

This huge pigeon-like creature?

If you wish, I can connect you to a good buyer.

A good buyer?

Magicians of the Mage Tower would be particularly ecstatic. Theyre obsessed with even a single dragon scale or a drop of blood. Thats why its worth so much.

An image automatically formed in Juliets mind.

A naive baby dragon lying sprawled on something like an operating table.

Disturbed by the mere thought, Juliet quickly placed the dragon in a basket and covered it with a cloth.

The baby dragon, unaware of the situation, chirped happily inside the basket, but Juliet firmly said:

Im not selling him.

Youll regret it.

Surprisingly for someone who just spat out a line fitting a cheap villain, Eshel backed down.

If you say so.

Chirp?

Inside the basket, the baby dragon peeked out, his head covered with a handkerchief.

His vision was blocked, and he kept looking around. Juliet unfolded the handkerchief for him.

Chirp!

Their eyes met, and the baby dragon flapped his wings in delight.

He might be worth a lot, but he didnt seem particularly clever.