Mikhailis straightened himself, adjusting his posture slightly as he turned his attention to the Prime Minister. Aelthris was an imposing figure, sharp in both attire and gaze, someone who had been around the intricacies of Silvarion Thalor's political landscape for years. His scrutinizing look seemed to evaluate every detail of Mikhailis's demeanor, as though searching for any sign of deceit or inadequacy.
The Prime Minister gestured towards the table, where the ledger lay open. The pages were covered in writing, detailed notes, and figures that mapped out tax and other transactions—proof of corruption that had weaved its way through the noble class like a poisonous vine. Mikhailis knew this ledger inside out; after all, Rodion had analyzed it and assisted him in compiling the handwritten information. But, of course, only Elowen was aware of Rodion's existence, and Mikhailis had no intention of revealing that secret.
