"So a Lord told you about the existence of the treasure and requested it from you, and you complied by giving it?" The King asked calmly.
"As you can see, by the end they have all perished. Why would the arrogant Lords that think only of themselves do such a thing?"
Victoria gulped audibly.
"That is precisely why. Perhaps they had seen the errors of their ways and wished to repent for their actions."
King Arthur rubbed his chin thoughtfully, his gaze sweeping over the area. "And since everything has been burned to the ground, there is no evidence left to suggest otherwise…"
The King chuckled.
"You have done fine work." Arthur said, nodding at Victoria with approval. "You may rest."
She bowed shakily before her legs collapsed on the spot.
'I lied to my grandfather… to a King.' She thought, her breathing becoming even harder.
Slowly the King turned to Michael again, whose expression had remained indifferent.
After a second of consideration, Arthur flicked his finger.
