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His Despised Stray Is A Hidden Queen

Chapter 7

Word Count: 985 | Released on: 08/09/2026

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ed from the balcony, rich with the effortless arrogance

n only by the soft clinking of the auctio

knuckles were white. "Aurora... that's sixty thousand. Even if we liquidate three of our dead-drop vaults i

his small hand gripping the fabric of my black

f tight frustration. "We lost it, didn't

s perfectly steady. "We didn't lose anything, Silas. A ston

ked with adrenaline. "Sold! To Commander Damien

gavel cr

obsequious nods. Damien remained standing at the railing, holding his cut-crystal tumbler. He raised the glass an inch in

e with a cold

just spent a small fortune on a r

ding up and smoothing do

s she slipped her wand back into her sleeve. "He just

as's hand. "Sixty thousand is three times its worth. I know another

directed our way. To the high-society elite, we were just ambitious social climbers

stepping out of the warm luxury of the Vaul

mist that clung to the cobblestones. The streetlamps ca

ath. "Arrogant, over-privileged military prick. Sixty thousand! My bl

magic," I s

palm-sized communication slate, a custom-built enchanted terminal

glowing glass, unlocking

Freya asked, pausing

lient registrie

away by sheer pureblood arrogance was irritating. If the commander wanted to thr

ouble-headed serpent crest, was Damien Carlisle's private account. Over the past two years, Aegis command had used the

d his p

ntly set at the standard premi

f my finger, I altered

en times st

r Aegis priority reques

l administrative notes visible only to the Sha

t. Overcharg

owing text, and let out a loud, breathless

ictive genius! He just spent sixty thousand on a rock, and now every single intelligence disp

said, sliding the slate back into my co

ng up with a sly little grin. "Can we

, kid." I smiled,

f the Forsaken mentioned an alternative catalyst, a lunar-essence extraction combined with purified silver-moss from the deepest reaches of the Whisperwo

parking courtyard at the end of the private lane. "I ne

the arched gateway before a voice cal

Leaving so

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“After my parents died, my pureblood uncle threw a pouch of ten thousand gold coins onto his mahogany desk. He demanded I take my seven-year-old brother, drop out of the magic academy, and cross into the mortal slums forever. "Consider your connection to this house severed." He sneered, warning me never to tell a living soul we carried the Price blood. My cousin Isla smiled her fake, angelic smile while my uncle mocked that we would starve on our empty pride. We were thrown out, forced to hide in a damp, rat-infested attic in the lower districts. Even Damien Carlisle, the supreme pureblood commander of the magic council, looked at me through the rain with arrogant, dismissive pity. To him, I was just a pathetic, broke teenage mother dragging an illegitimate child through the mud. They all thought I was a helpless stray, a nobody they could easily crush with their endless wealth and elite status. They had no idea that I was "Silent," the ruthless, undefeated duelist of the underground rings. And they certainly didn't know I was the legendary "Saint Hand"-the exact master alchemist that Commander Carlisle was currently tearing the city apart to find to save his dying grandmother. I shoved the pouch of blood money back across the desk, took my little brother's hand, and walked out of the manor without looking back. If the high purebloods wanted to play games with our lives, I would gladly bankrupt them all.”