[Hey, is this really okay?]
[Are we being pranked?]
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[...]
[Talk to me like I’m five, but can someone actually explain why that happened?!]
Safe to say, the people on Star Net were still struggling to accept what they had just witnessed.
Did the Empire really just allow that person from the Federation, of all people, to win something this crucial?
As expected, the auction wasn’t just about a dance but a matter of pride and political interests.
And for someone as important as Luca Soren Kyros, they couldn’t even figure something out?
What if the golden-eyed cadet ended up having resentment over this?
The people had plenty to say, but in one very specific corner of the virtual sphere, fans were having an even worse night.
Their beautiful flower, plucked by a hooligan?!
What about love?
What about the stories of the loyal knight protecting their beloved master?
Worse, what about the deep pockets that were supposed to appear at times like this?
[Guys, what do we do now?]
[Shh... We need a moment of silence. I think my poor heart just died.]
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It was supposed to be the perfect moment when the richest lead would swoop down and stamp their claim. And really, for a moment, the fans thought it would actually happen.
But instead, Cassian Veyra really won?
It felt deeply unacceptable and left a bitter taste in the mouths of those watching. And yet no one likely felt worse than the hidden Imperial Crown Prince, who not only endured all of that but also found himself stepping onto the very same stage just minutes later.
The netizens, who had surprisingly gotten it right this time, felt their hearts aching for the white-haired cadet now standing where Luca once had.
At that moment, bleeding-heart supporters began talking about class divides and how events like this made for a legitimate villain story.
They believed that if one day Xavier Montclair ended up as the richest man in the Empire of Solaris because of this moment of powerlessness, they wouldn’t even be surprised.
But as the chat continued flowing in agreement, and as Xavier stood at the center of the stage, right where his little wife had stood, he found himself tuning out the Master of Ceremonies—
"—and now, we proceed to the next segment of the fundraiser auction—"
—as the words washed over him without meaning.
"To our honored guests and viewers, we present the next candidate."
None of it registered.
To the audience, he looked composed, almost indifferent, as though he hadn’t just suffered a loss he never thought he’d ever experience, but beneath that surface was something far less controlled, a stinging disappointment directed at himself that settled heavily in his chest.
"Let’s get the bidding started with—"
And still, he didn’t listen.
Because whatever was being said... didn’t matter.
Until it suddenly did.
His brows furrowed as his ears twitched.
Huh?
For a brief second, Xavier thought his ears had betrayed him.
Because the first bid put up for him was a staggering 305 billion and 1 Star Coins.
The number hung in the air, absurd and unmistakable, and when his head snapped toward the source, the darkened world around him practically lit up.
Because right there, in the crowd, was something that practically banished every shadow in the hall.


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