He snapped his fingers, turning to Varian with a knowing smirk.
"That, Your Majesty, is the power of innovation. Mass production. The moment one is perfected, it becomes a matter of how many hands you're willing to throw at the problem."
Varian remained silent for a long moment, expression unreadable. He studied Edric carefully—not just the man's words, but his demeanor. The mad glint in his eyes, the absolute certainty in his tone.
He believes every word he says.
And that was what made this so dangerous.
Finally, the emperor exhaled. "I see."
Edric continuously nodded his head. "Soooo… does that mean I get what I want?"
Varian's gaze darkened slightly. "It means you've just given me something to consider."
For the first time since they met, Edric's grin flickered. Just a little.
Edric let out an exaggerated groan, throwing his head back as if he had just been personally wronged by the gods themselves.
