"I understand," he said flatly, "if I am too talented for your understanding, Your Highness."
Asher's words seemed to freeze the entire table. The syllables rolled smoothly from his tongue, yet each one struck with the sharpness of a blade. The nobles, forks and knives in hand, suddenly halted in mid-motion as if petrified by an invisible force.
Their meals, once so appetizing, were forgotten in the shock of the moment. The words did not simply enter their ears; they reverberated within their minds, exploding with a clarity that could not be ignored.
They could hardly believe what they had just heard.
The Tenth Sun, had subtly, yet unmistakably, diminished the talent of the imperial prince. His statement was more than just a bold declaration; it was a comparison, a proclamation that placed his talents above the prince's, rendering the latter's brilliance almost trivial in contrast.
