Beast Taming: Reincarnated With The Ultimate Bond System!-Chapter 224 - : : Triple The Amount!

Pain exploded inside his head. It wasn’t sharp like a blade. It was heavy. Deep. As if something ancient had been struck awake inside his mind.

For a fraction of a second, the world around him vanished. The auction hall blurred. The voices faded. The music dissolved into silence.

And all that remained—

Was her.

She knelt at the center of the stage.

Chains wrapped around her wrists and ankles, faintly glowing with suppression runes. Her head was lowered slightly, long black hair spilling over her shoulders like ink.

Her body swayed faintly. Not with pride. Not with awareness. But with weakness.

Drugged.

Her black cat ears twitched faintly, uncoordinated. Her tail lay limp against the floor, barely moving, as if even the instinct to react had been dulled.

Her breathing was shallow. Her eyes were half-lidded.

Unfocused.

Aiden pressed his fingers lightly against his temple.

"...What the hell..." he murmured under his breath.

Something stirred in his mind. Not a memory. Not an image A sensation. As if he had seen her before.

Somewhere.

Somewhen.

But no matter how hard he tried to grasp it—

It slipped away like smoke.

Luna noticed instantly. She leaned closer to him, her voice low. "Master...?"

Aiden didn’t answer immediately. His expression was calm on the surface. But his eyes had changed.

Around him, the wives were no longer silent.

One by one, their gazes fixed on the kneeling girl on the stage.

And slowly—

Their reactions began to surface.

"She’s... beautiful," Lysandra murmured softly, her voice thoughtful.

Arisha nodded. "Yeah!"

Nyxion crossed her arms, eyes narrowing slightly.

"...That body," she said quietly. "She doesn’t look like a common cat."

Thristle leaned forward slightly, studying the girl.

"Huh," she muttered. "That figure’s ridiculous."

Luna tilted her head faintly.

"...She’s pretty," she admitted reluctantly.

Xylendra blinked, cheeks faintly warm beneath her mask.

"Her ears are... cute," she whispered.

Valeforia smiled faintly.

"And her proportions," she added calmly. "Almost unreal."

Aethoniel clasped her hands in her lap.

"She looks like a doll," she said softly.

Serica observed in silence.

"...She’s rare," she said simply.

Vaara exhaled slowly.

"They’re an near extinct race," she murmured.

Zerra clicked her tongue lightly.

"Yeah," she said.

Vegia tilted her head slightly. "Her aura feels different," she said thoughtfully. "Even suppressed."

Nayla smiled faintly, eyes glinting with curiosity.

"She’s exquisite," she said quietly.

Seraphina leaned closer to Aiden, voice soft.

"...She’s really beautiful," she whispered.

Nivara’s gaze remained fixed on the girl.

"...A rare specie," she said calmly.

Venya leaned forward slightly.

"She’s like a princess cat," she said innocently.

Selvara crossed her arms tighter.

"...Tch," she muttered.

Everyone glanced at her.

"She’s too flashy," Selvara said bluntly.

But her tone lacked true hostility. It was restrained. Complicated.

Then Lysandra spoke again, her voice softer than before.

"...I thought her species had gone extinct," she said quietly.

The words hung in the air.

Aiden felt the strange pain in his head pulse again. He listened to every voice. Every reaction.

Slowly—

The atmosphere around him shifted.

Not jealousy. Not resistance.

But acceptance.

"If the System chose her," Lysandra said gently, "then there must be a reason."

Nyxion shrugged slightly.

"You already made up your mind," she said.

Thristle smirked faintly.

"Yeah," she added. "You were never going to let someone like her stay here."

Luna pouted faintly, but her voice was soft.

"...If Master wants her," she said quietly, "then it’s okay."

Xylendra nodded quickly.

"I-I agree," she said softly.

Valeforia smiled faintly.

"She’d be safer with us," she said.

Aethoniel lowered her gaze.

"...Yes," she whispered.

Serica nodded once.

"It’s reasonable," she said.

Vaara folded her hands.

"She shouldn’t stay here," she murmured.

Zerra exhaled slowly.

"Better us than these people," she said.

Vegia smiled gently.

"We’ll manage," she said.

Nayla chuckled softly.

"Looks like you’re collecting another rare treasure," she teased lightly.

Seraphina smiled warmly.

"I hope she’s nice," she said softly.

Nivara inclined her head slightly.

"She will not be alone," she said.

Venya raised her hand slightly.

"Venya will talk to her first," she declared.

Selvara looked away for a moment.

Then sighed.

"...Do what you want," she said quietly.

Aiden felt the pain in his head slowly fading.

But the strange sense of familiarity remained.

He nodded once.

Slowly.

Silently.

"I understand," he said.

The Host’s voice echoed through the hall again.

"Ladies and gentlemen," he announced smoothly, "our final offering is now open for bidding."

The hall stirred instantly.

Excitement.

Greed.

Anticipation.

"Starting price," the Host continued, raising his cane slightly, "ten thousand gold coins."

A murmur spread through the crowd.

Ten thousand.

Low.

Deliberately low.

Almost instantly, voices rose.

"Twenty thousand."

The numbers climbed rapidly.

Nobles raised their bids with casual arrogance.

Some laughed.

Some whispered.

Some stared at the kneeling cat-girl with open desire.

She did not react. Her head remained lowered. Her body swayed faintly.

Aiden remained silent. He didn’t move. He didn’t react. He watched. He listened. He calculated.

The bidding rose higher.

"Fifty thousand."

"Eighty thousand."

"One hundred thousand."

The hall vibrated with excitement. The Host smiled beneath his mask. His gaze flicked toward Aiden’s group.

Aiden felt it. But he didn’t respond. He waited.

The price climbed.

"Two hundred thousand."

"Three hundred thousand."

"Four hundred thousand."

The atmosphere grew hotter. Tighter. More dangerous.

The cat-girl remained kneeling. Her ears twitched faintly. Her tail barely moved. Her eyes stayed unfocused.

The bidding reached half a million.

Voices overlapped. Numbers collided.

The Host raised his hand.

"Five hundred thousand gold coins," he announced. "Do I hear more?"

Several nobles hesitated. Some frowned. Some laughed.

Then—

"Six hundred thousand!"

A voice shouted from a balcony. The hall reacted instantly.

"Seven hundred!"

"Eight hundred!"

Aiden still didn’t move. His wives watched him. They knew what he was doing.

Waiting.

The price soared.

"One million!"

A shockwave of whispers spread across the hall.

The Host’s smile widened.

"One million gold coins," he repeated slowly. "Truly impressive. Do we have a higher bid?"

Silence fell. Some nobles hesitated. Others stared.

Aiden inhaled slowly.

Then—

He raised his hand.

The hall froze.

Every eye turned toward him.

The Host paused.

Then smiled.

"Ah," he said softly. "Our mysterious guest wishes to participate."

Aiden’s voice was calm. Not loud. But clear.

"Triple it."

For a moment—

No one understood.

The Host blinked once.

"...Pardon?" he asked politely.

Aiden repeated it.

"Triple the highest bid."

The hall erupted.

Shock.

Confusion.

Disbelief.

"Three million?!"

"Who is he?!"

"That’s insane!"

"Impossible!"

Even the Host hesitated. His smile stiffened for a fraction of a second.

Then he slowly nodded.

"...Understood,"he said.

He raised his cane high.

"Three million gold coins," he announced. "Do we have any challengers?"

Silence.

No one spoke.

No one moved.

No one dared.

The Host waited.

One second.

Two.

Three.

Then he slammed the cane against the podium.

"Sold."

The sound echoed across the hall. A heavy, final sound. The cat-girl did not react. She remained kneeling.

Drugged.

Still.

Around Aiden, his wives exhaled quietly. The auction hall exploded into applause.

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Selvara broke the silence first.

Her arms were still crossed, her expression unreadable beneath the mask, but her voice carried something sharper than annoyance.

"...What about the other two demons?"

The words cut through the fading applause.

Around them, the hall was still buzzing with excitement over the final bid, nobles laughing, glasses clinking, voices layered with greed and satisfaction.

But Selvara wasn’t looking at the stage.

She was looking at Aiden.

Her eyes were steady.

Unforgiving.

"They’re gone," she continued quietly. "Sold. Taken away."

Aiden didn’t answer immediately.

He watched the stage where the cat-girl still knelt, chains faintly glowing, her body swaying slightly under the effects of the drug.

Then he slowly turned his head toward Selvara.

His expression was calm.

Too calm.

"Believe me," he said softly.

Selvara’s brows tightened slightly.

"Believe you... in what?"

Aiden opened his mouth to answer—

BOOM.

A violent shockwave ripped through the hall.

The chandeliers above shattered, raining crystal shards across the marble floor.

Screams erupted instantly, tearing through the elegant atmosphere like knives.

From the balconies—

Black-cloaked figures appeared.

From behind—

The massive entrance doors were blown apart.

Wood splintered. Metal twisted. Smoke flooded in. Dozens of figures stepped forward through the chaos. Black cloaks. Black masks. Black presence.

The temperature of the hall dropped.

Aiden’s eyes narrowed. Selvara’s body moved instantly. Her posture changed. Her breath sharpened. Her voice was low. Cold.

Deadly. "...Pale Hands."

A voice echoed through the chaos—cold, merciless, amplified by magic.

"Kill all the humans."

The words hit the hall like a curse.

Panic exploded. Nobles screamed. Chairs overturned. Glasses shattered. Some ran toward the exits. Some tripped over each other. Some froze in terror.

The Host stood on the stage, his cane slipping from his hand.

"W-Wait—!" he shouted, his confident voice cracking for the first time. "Guards! Guards, protect the guests! This is—"

He never finished the sentence.

A shadow dropped from the balcony above him. A black blade flashed once.

The Host’s body collapsed on the stage.

The hall went silent for half a heartbeat.

Then hell truly began.

"DEMONS!"

"RUN!"

"PROTECT ME!"

"GUARDS!"

Magic exploded across the hall.

Spells clashed.

Chains snapped.

Demons screamed.

Some nobles tried to fight back.

Most tried to flee.

The Pale Hands moved like predators among prey.

Efficient.

Silent.

Merciless.

Aiden didn’t move immediately.

He simply stood.

Calm.

Watching.

As if he had expected this.

Then he turned toward his wives.

His voice was steady.

"So, girls," he said lightly, as if discussing dinner plans, "let’s take her and leave."

Luna blinked once.

Then nodded instantly.

Seraphina swallowed, gripping his sleeve. "O-Okay."

Nyxion smirked faintly. "Finally."

Thristle cracked her knuckles. "I was getting bored."

Xylendra stepped closer to Valeforia. "Stay near me."

Valeforia nodded quietly. "Always."

Nivara moved without hesitation, positioning herself beside Seraphina.

Vegia’s eyes sharpened. "Formation?"

Arisha asked, "Do we fight or?"

Aiden nodded once.

Selvara, however, didn’t move.

She was staring at him.

Her eyes wide.

Her breath uneven.

"Y-You..." she whispered.

Aiden turned his head slightly toward her.

Their eyes met through the masks.

Her voice trembled—not with fear, but with realization.

"You... planned this?"

Aiden didn’t deny it.

He simply smiled faintly.

"When?" Selvara demanded quietly, disbelief creeping into her tone. "How long have you known?"

Aiden stepped forward.

The chaos around them felt distant now.

"I told you," he said softly. "Believe me."

Selvara’s lips parted.

For a moment, she looked like she wanted to argue.

Then she looked at the stage.

At the cat-girl still kneeling there, chains rattling, confused eyes lifting slowly as the world collapsed around her.

At the Pale Hands slaughtering nobles.

At demons breaking free.

Selvara exhaled sharply. Her fists clenched. Then she nodded.

Once.

Slowly.

"...I believe you."

Aiden turned fully toward the stage.

"Follow me," he said.

No hesitation. No doubt. Every one of them moved.

They flowed forward together through the chaos—masks on, steps steady, eyes sharp.

Luna stayed close to his left. Seraphina to his right. Nyxion and Thristle behind.

Selvara, Valeforia, Xylendra, Vegia, Arisha, Nivara, Lysandra, Venya, Aethoniel, Serica, Vaara, Zerra, Nayla—each moving with purpose.

The Pale Hands noticed them.

Some turned. Some raised weapons. But they were too late.

Aiden reached the stage. He stood before the cat-girl. She looked up at him. Her eyes were unfocused.

Drugged.

Confused.

But not broken.

Aiden met her gaze calmly.

He reached out his hand.

"Come with me," he said quietly.

For a second, she hesitated.

Then her trembling fingers slowly reached out—

And touched his hand.

"Girl’s grab on to me."

They did.

*System... Teleport us to the carriage.*

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[TELEPORTING IN 3... 2... 1...]

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END OF Chapter : 224 : TRIPLE THE AMOUNT!

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