Ascension Of The Villain

Chapter 17 - 17: Auction Myself

Vyan wrinkled his nose, eyeing the run-down buildings and crowded streets of the slum with disbelief. "Are you sure Freya Adeline works somewhere in this dump?"

Clyde nodded enthusiastically. "Positive. My sources never fail."

"Hard to believe a former palace employee ended up in such a... not-so-charming locale," Vyan muttered, shaking his head. "Guess that is the price you pay for ticking off the bigwigs."

Clyde took the lead, motioning for Vyan to follow closely. "Stay close, and for the love of all things magical, do not go casting spells left and right. This place is dodgy as hell, even on a good day."

"Got it," Vyan replied, suppressing the urge to conjure up a magic carpet just for the sake of disobeying Clyde.

As they navigated deeper into the slum, Vyan couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt at the sight of the poverty around him. He thought he had it rough growing up, but compared to the people here, he might as well have been sipping coconut water on a beach on the tropical islands.

"We are entering the red-light district now," Clyde whispered, his tone grim.

"A red-light district?" Vyan echoed, the term ringing a bell in his memory. "Oh, right. I think I have heard of those from one of my former colleagues."

Clyde shot him a deadpan look and bluntly responded, "It is basically a neighborhood where sex business flourishes."

"Oh," Vyan replied, trying to appear nonchalant while mentally vowing to sanitize his brain later.

Clyde eyed Vyan cautiously, a hint of concern in his voice. "You do know what sex is, right, my lord?"

"Of course, I do!" Vyan shot back, his cheeks coloring slightly. "I have, uh, extensively re

Could it be that Vyan wasn't here to sell himself, but to entertain himself with another woman? The thought turned her stomach in disgust, but then again, he was a man at the end of the day, wasn't he?

In an era where every man was allowed to sleep around and even their wives would not bat an eye, it should come as no surprise if Vyan would too want to enjoy himself.

Even a wife would be okay with him being here. So who was Iyana to mind?

Nevertheless, Iyana's eyes blazed with fury as she watched one of the bar dancers press herself against Vyan's chest.

With her self-control slipping away, she marched forward and forcefully yanked the girl off Vyan.

"Don't you dare lay a finger on my Vyan!" she thundered, her grip tightening on the hair.