Silence!
Eerie silence!
In the grand hall, not even a whisper could be heard—you could've caught the sound of a falling needle.
All eyes drilled into August—some curious, some flabbergasted, others burning with outrage.
With Myrthos besieged by crises, the second prince's flood control strategy had seemed flawless... until August dismissed it as complete bullshit!
"Enough with this rubbish!" Benedict sneered, his glare sharp enough to draw blood. "The second prince's plan is impeccable. Unless you've got a better solution, you'd do well to shut your mouth."
August's gaze danced with provocation as he glanced at Samuel. "Oh, I've got ideas," he drawled. "Enough solutions to blind you with brilliance."
A muscle jumped in Benedict's jaw.
Typical August—all audacity and empty boasts. T
