The truth was simple, these gold and silver treasures had been looted from the Goblin Kingdom. And the goblins? They sustained themselves entirely through raiding human trade convoys.
There was a real possibility that some of these items did belong to the Ironcrest Trading Company.
Theron's expression darkened.
His calloused fingers tightened around the hilt of his greatsword, his posture shifting instinctively into a defensive stance.
His gaze hardened as he locked eyes with Renjiro.
"Your Majesty," he said, his tone now ice-cold, "are you implying that your elves were the ones who attacked our caravan?"
WHOOSH!
A blinding streak of light shot across the hall.
A magical arrow, formed of pure, radiant energy, ripped through the air, heading straight for Theron.
His reflexes took over instantly.
CLANG!
He raised his greatsword, barely managing to block the incoming spell.
BOOM!
