The Villainess With A Heroine Harem

"If you really admire the princess as much as you claim you do, why would you care if she decided to get a tattoo or not? Clearly, your devotion is only superficial!"

The previously incensed \'fans\' of Emilia felt like they had been doused over the head with ice-cold water, and a few couldn\'t help but shiver in denial. "N-No way, w-we were just worried because we care about her!"

"That\'s right!"

The lady in green, who was now as terrifying as a venomous snake in their eyes, just sneered in derision. "Then are you telling me that you care more about her than those that are closest to her? Take a look, none of them seem worried, right?"

Naturally, everyone understood that she was referring to Emilia\'s older sister and blonde classmate, Crystal. And true to her words, not only did the two of them not seem worried, but they appeared to be quite amused instead.

Obviously, unlike the two of them, no one else had any idea that Emilia could get rid of any tattoos or scars within seconds if she wished, so they couldn\'t help but lower their heads in shame.

The lady in green nodded in satisfaction once she saw that these \'bunch of fools\' finally admitted their mistakes. "Your faith is lacking, but it\'s okay, I will introduce to the commander later, and we can work on it together."

The newly \'enlightened\' fans couldn\'t help but look at her with hope.

Maybe this \'lack of faith\' was the reason why the princess didn\'t notice them, and if they could really fix it, wouldn\'t it mean they might one day stand the chance to be one of those who were personally favored by her?!

Emilia naturally had no idea that another sub-division of \'knights\' had just been established in the world\'s elite as she won the \'Spirit of Rebirth\' for just over fifty million, much to many people\'s envy.

One of the ladies couldn\'t help but pout sourly. "She got it for so little… I knew I should have just gone ahead and done it! Even if I regret it later, can\'t I just get a laser treatment?!"

Her words startled many of her companions, and a few couldn\'t help but curse in realization.

If they just got the tattoo and won the bid for a mere fifty million, even after the best laser treatment, they would still be able to resell the thing for a net profit of hundreds of millions, if not more!

Of course, while many were upset for \'missing the great opportunity\', some were upset for an entirely different reason.

It stands to reason that the prime minister\'s \'Spirit of Rebirth\' should have sold for a much higher price than Emilia\'s choker. But with how things turned out now, it still remained the \'most valuable\' item of this auction, which was simply a disgrace in some people\'s eyes.

After all, even if Emilia was the daughter of Mr. and Mrs. White, most people attending still considered her as someone from the younger generation.

She could be allowed to shine on her own, to an extent, but she definitely couldn\'t be allowed to outshine them!

Naturally, for some of them, losing a bit of money to take the little girl off the first spot was hardly worth mentioning. In fact, Alexander\'s father had fully planned to do just that once his own son went forward with his item, even if it could be considered \'against the etiquette\'.

Unfortunately, the prime minister\'s strange decision made it very difficult to pull something like that off now. After all, to slap the face of the one ranked first, they would first have to slap the one right behind her.

Of course, the prime minister wouldn\'t be unreasonable enough to find fault with them if something could reasonably be valued at that amount, but something like that greatly depended on luck.

After all, people rarely \'donated\' things that could be valued at over hundreds of millions.

Bellatrix smiled. "Congratulations, Emilia. To be honest... I\'m quite pleased that you turned out to be one who will take care of my grandfather\'s treasure from now on."

The crimson-haired girl grinned shyly. "Thank you, I\'ll be sure to take good care of it."

The female prime minister motioned for the trolley carrying the statue to be taken away first, and then gave Emilia another appreciative nod. "Why don\'t you follow me so we can take care of the rest of the process?"

Emilia naturally didn\'t have any reason to refuse, and was even a little glad that she wouldn\'t have to bother hanging out in the same area as Alexander and Amos anymore.

Plus, being with the prime minister of Phoenix at this time would give her an impeccable alibi!

The interaction between the two naturally raised quite a few eyebrows. If they still couldn\'t see how the prime minister of Phoenix favored Emilia, they would have to be either blind or deaf.

But what really made them wonder wasn\'t that Bellatrix favored her, but why she did so.

"Could it be that the White Deer Corporation has made a deal with Phoenix in secret?"

"It has to be something really good to win the prime minister over to this extent, right?"

Even Sanders Gray, Alexander\'s father, couldn\'t help but ponder over the matter seriously.

Unfortunately, this lack of attention allowed his son to storm right up to the podium and hand the auctioneer his custom-crafted wristwatch.

"Uh, Mr. Alexander Gray has generously contributed a custom-made watch, one of a kind. Designed by the leading mechanical watch brand—"

Even as they were somewhat dumbfounded by the rapid turn of events, people could tell that the auctioneer was sweating bullets under the glare of Alexander\'s father, though the culprit himself remained entirely unaware with his chest still puffed out in pride.

Looking at the \'awed\' crowd, Alexander sneered. \'How dare she humiliate me like this? I\'ll show her that her so-called \'glory\' is really nothing but a sputtering flame in front of my blazing sun.\'

He didn\'t believe that his most precious watch was worth any less than the cheap jewelry of that slut!

Knowing that \'the slut\' had also paused in surprise just before leaving the room and was bound to be humiliated shortly, Alexander couldn\'t help but feel a little better.

The auctioneer finished his introduction of the watch, and Alexander couldn\'t help but look directly into the crimson-haired girl\'s eyes in \'challenge\'.

"Thirty thousand!"

"Thirty-five!"

"Fifty thousand here!"

Knowing that they were bound to keep going, Alexander didn\'t care about the low starting bids. Instead, he shook his head in pity.

To be honest, after having already taken the steps to humiliate her thoroughly, he couldn\'t help but feel a little pity. It was possible that the little girl didn\'t really whore herself out as he thought, and this was all just a misunderstanding.

Unfortunately, it was already too late now.

He sighed. \'Whatever, if I\'m right, she deserves it. And if I\'m wrong… I\'ll just have to send her some flowers or something and console her later. Girls are quick to get emotional and quick to forget anyway, it doesn\'t matter.\'