As August detailed the cement production process, every minister's attention remained riveted on him with rapt attention.
The unprecedented mixture of curiosity and admiration in their gazes took him aback.
Combined with his recent first-place victory in the poetry competition, he'd earned the ministers' unanimous approval.
This was beyond his wildest expectations...
Benedict's knuckles whitened as he observed Samuel's expression, his jaw tightening imperceptibly.
Even he had to concede—today, the third prince radiated brilliance.
He'd eclipsed Samuel completely.
Should the cement prove successful, August would have seized the initiative in the race for the crown prince's position.
And if its properties matched his claims? Who could possibly compete for flood-control merits?
Augus
