Claude surveyed the room, his sharp gaze moving across the rows of ancient relics—armors, swords, bows, shields, and more, all encased in pristine glass.
"Now, Eldrich, tell me—which of these will fetch the highest price at auction?" he asked, arms crossed.
Eldrich stared at him in disbelief. "Excuse me, Your Majesty?"
Claude had dragged him all the way to the artifact room—a vast collection of Lord Donovan's most prized possessions, trophies from battles and conquests spanning the world.
Each piece was a testament to Elysium's might, a legacy of blood and glory. And now, the king wanted to sell them?!
Eldrich would rather die.
"You can't, Your Majesty! These artifacts are proof of Elysium's greatness!" Layla was the first to protest, her voice sharp with disapproval.
Claude, unbothered, let his fingers drift toward one of the glass cases, stopping just short of touching it.
