The morning was bright, and the glistening sunlight clearly displayed yesterday’s tragedy in full view. The Tyroul Auction House, which had towered over its surrounding buildings with its imposing presence, was nowhere to be found. Heaps of stone were piled up on the ground, and only the parts of the structure that barely remained upright showed traces of its past glory.

Many knights and soldiers were gathered in the place where the auction house used to be. The building, which had symbolized Tungel, was thoroughly crushed in one night. Of course, people began to investigate. And by interviewing the survivors, investigators unearthed the truth of the matter: A guy who went around riding a golden carriage had suddenly gone crazy, killed people, and crushed the auction house. The suspect was a man named Wips Midas.

“Ha! Isn’t it perfect?” Zich admired his own plan and gulped his beer down. “People will think Wips Midas was the one who caused this incident. Well, it’s the truth. I didn’t even hit a person or destroy a building this time.”

“I thought you destroyed the auction house yourself later on,” Lyla remarked.

“That couldn’t be helped. Midas was trying his hardest to kill me. It’s...