"That would not be needed!" The cold and grave voice was enough to halt the action of Eli who instinctively looked at the man.
"This is the real silk of the Alienore empire. You can compare them if you want and even ask the one who made it." Richard Lazuli put his hands in his pocket and took out a piece of cloth, which had a strange glimmer in it.
It was a fine and luxurious piece that could be noticed from a distance. Eli frowned as she picked up a part of the dress that Hazel had torn and the one that Ricard had thrown on the table.
You did not need to be an expert to see the difference. The red cloth of the dress may have more lustre, but the english and refined look of the small piece was so much that the dress would never be able to compare with it.
The piece of cloth was cool to touch but her hands felt sweat due to its warmth.
She held it tightly in her hands and tried her best to tear it but it did not get even a scratch on it.
