Amber's shoulders slumped visibly as they reached the backstage area, her entire posture radiating defeat.
She was genuinely sad about the fact that even before she had gotten the chance to bid properly, she had lost the weapon she'd come here specifically to acquire.
Fifty billion royals... The number was so astronomical it had ended the auction before it even began.
"Don't be so sad about it." Villy said sympathetically as she walked beside Amber.
She was wearing a lion mask decorated with a golden mane, which was quite big and almost comical for her small stature. The oversized mask kept slipping slightly.
"I'm sure you'll get another opportunity to acquire a powerful weapon in the future."
The tiny pixie Pooch floated cheerfully around Amber's head, wearing a very small mask of its own that was almost impossibly tiny. "Villy is right~ You don't need a super strong weapon to be truly strong~ All real power comes from the heart~"
The pixie struck a cutepose mid-air.
