"Lord Cain, is this where we should put it?"
A respectful voice came from outside the door.
Shiayar pushed the door open and saw a line of knights arrayed neatly outside his house.
Behind them, tall warhorses bore box after box of meticulously arranged jewels, gold, and silver.
The knight leading them looked handsome and resolute, exuding an aura as refreshing as a spring breeze.
But at this moment, as he looked at Shiayar, his eyes held an indescribable complexity, even making his gleaming silver knight's armor seem somewhat dim and lusterless.
"You've troubled yourselves, Lord Gawain, and everyone else," Shiayar said, a faint smile on his lips as he pointed at the floor before him. "Just put it here."
He was now fully embodying a carefully crafted persona, every sentence he uttered expressing deep concern for the country and its people. His main role was to be the 'Jack Sue' counterpart to a 'Mary Sue.'
CLINK, CLINK...
