Arthur then spoke, interpreting Edric though, "Ask your final question."
The words echoed through the vast hall like a bell tolling at the end of a long duel.
Edric straightened his shoulders, his face returning to its composed state—but inside, the weight of the conversation thus far pressed heavily upon him. He could feel Lucien silently watching from his side, and the dozens of Keldorian members and scribes lining the edges of the grand chamber, waiting for his next move.
There would be no recovering from this conversation if he misstepped.
Edric exhaled slowly, buying himself a few seconds.
He bowed his head slightly, showing respect.
"Very well, Your Majesty," Edric said, his tone steady once more. "For my final question, I would like to ask, how was Your Majesty able to produce and sell the book for such a remarkably low price?"
