The woman who had won Ewan stood up from her seat as she watched him disappear behind the stage. Her companion, sitting beside her, also rose, and the two of them moved swiftly toward the exit. Without a word, they made their way to the reception area, where they approached the counter.


    The person behind the counter, draped in a beast-skin cloak and wearing a deer mask, looked up briefly. Without needing to ask, they both presented their signboards, and the attendant nodded in acknowledgment, checking their entry numbers. He pulled out a tablet-like device from a drawer beneath the counter and opened it like a book. The screen flickered to life, and a window appeared, displaying their entry number and the amount of their bid.


    He pushed the tablet toward the woman, The woman''s companion stepped forward without a word. With a smooth motion, they extended their hand, and the pouch on their wrist—styled like a bracelet—flipped open. As if by magic, Platinum coins began to spill from the pouch, falling onto the tablet. A soft clink followed as 100 platinum coins dropped in quick succession. Each Platinum coins worth 100 Gold coins.


    Ding Ding.


    The attendant nodded once, accepting the platinum coins with a swift motion. Without another glance at the pair, he tapped a few buttons on the tablet, confirming the transaction. The entire process was done in silence, each movement measured and routine. Neither of the two spoke, and the only sound in the room was the soft clink of coins and the tapping of the tablet screen.


    A few moments passed, and the door beside the auction hall opened. Ewan emerged, now dressed in a black cloak and wearing a black sleek face mask, like all the other nobles in the room. His movements were steady, his presence still as remarkable as it had been on the stage. Drawing the attention of the people present in the reception area.


    Ewan stepped up to the counter, his black cloak swaying with each movement, the mask concealing his identity. He held out the signboard with the number “203” etched on it, silently presenting it to the two individuals. They both nodded in acknowledgment, their faces impassive, before turning to leave without a word. Ewan, too, said nothing as he followed closely behind them, his footsteps soft but deliberate.


    The attendant at the counter watched them for a moment, his gaze lingering on Ewan’s back as he exited. After a brief pause, he shook his head slightly, as if pondering something, before turning his attention back to the television-like structure on the wall. It displayed a live feed from the auction hall, the next slave already being prepared.


    Outside the auction house, the air was crisp and cool. The giant guards stationed at the entrance bowed respectfully as the woman and her companion walked past them. Ewan followed without hesitation, trailing behind them as they moved swiftly toward the area where the horses and mounts were kept. The place was bustling with activity, but the woman stopped just outside the stables, pausing to glance over her shoulder. While her companion went inside the stable area to get their horses.The tale has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the violation.


    Ewan, caught off guard by her sudden turn, found himself meeting her gaze. For a brief moment, their eyes locked, and then a voice echoed in his mind.


    “Deactivate your ability, or it will attract other beings once we go outside of this dimension.”


    Ewan was momentarily confused. He didn’t understand exactly what she meant, but he knew she was referring to the abilities he had activated. He gave a small, silent nod, his mind already focused on the task. With a quiet effort, he willed his abilities to deactivate.


    The woman nodded as she felt the subtle shift in the air, sensing that Ewan had deactivated his abilities. She turned her gaze back to the stables, her attention now on the horses that would soon arrive. Just moments later, the sound of hooves against the earth echoed through the air, growing louder with each passing second.


    From within the stable came two majestic, unusual creatures. One was a massive bicorn, its size far exceeding that of a normal horse. Its two horns curved upward, resembling those of a deer more than the typical goat-like shape of a bicorn. Its imposing presence was both awe-inspiring and intimidating.


    The second creature was equally impressive. This horse was just as large as the bicorn, but it was of a different breed altogether. With wings sprouting from either side of its back, it resembled a dark, ethereal Pegasus—its coat the color of a moonless night, deeper and darker than the bicorn’s. The air around it seemed to shimmer with an otherworldly energy, giving it an almost mystical aura.


    The person accompanying the woman was already mounted on the bicorn, while the Pegasus trotted behind, its movements graceful yet powerful. As they approached, the Pegasus slowed, coming to a stop directly in front of the woman. With a bow of its head, it lowered its gaze in a gesture of respect. The woman reached out, her hand gently resting on its sleek, dark coat as she patted it in return.


    The bicorn, too, came to a halt beside her, bowing its head in a similar act of deference. The woman mirrored the gesture, patting its broad neck with a quiet, appreciative touch. Her connection with the creatures was undeniable, the bond between them as clear as the one she shared with her companion—silent yet deep, full of understanding and mutual respect.


    Ewan watched the scene unfold before him, completely stunned by what he was witnessing. His heart raced in his chest as he took in the sight of the two magnificent beasts. The sheer size and presence of the bicorn and the Pegasus were enough to leave him speechless. He had known that the world he was now in was different, but to see these mythical creatures in real life took him by surprise.


    He had always been a fan of the isekai genre, so he immediately recognized the two magical beasts—the Pegasus and the bicorn. These were creatures of legend, often only seen in the stories of gods or powerful beings. In most isekai tales, such beasts were ridden by heroes or adventurers, but they always held an aura of greatness, reserved for the elite. Seeing them up close, though, in the hands of this woman, was something else entirely.


    Ewan could only marvel at the creatures from where he stood, unable to fully process the reality of it all. His thoughts were interrupted as the woman mounted the Pegasus with graceful ease. With a simple gesture, she extended her hand toward him. Without thinking, Ewan reached out and took her hand. She helped him onto the Pegasus, and he settled behind her, instinctively placing his hands around her waist for balance.


    The sensation of holding her was muted by the thick black cloak she wore, which felt almost like a mix of leather and cloth, offering little sensation beneath his fingertips. Nonetheless, the feeling of being on the Pegasus, of moving alongside such powerful creatures, was exhilarating. As the woman nudged the Pegasus into motion, they began moving together.