The spies were dragged before the queen, some restrained by Mia's spiky vines, unable to move, while Lisa shoved the rest forward.
Seventy spies were presented, not counting those killed while trying to escape.
Albert's heart turned cold at the sheer number. He recognized some familiar old servants among them and felt both betrayed and negligent.
The remaining servants watched in shock. The shrewder ones quickly pieced together the truth, while others remained clueless, struggling to grasp the situation.
Elora, having regained her energy after using high-level powers, scanned the spies with a mix of wonder and annoyance.
'Am I some priceless artifact, spell book, or magic crystal? Why the large numbers? She mused. 'Or is there something about my kingdom they all covet?' No plausible answer came to mind.
