From the shimmer of his storage, Javier pulled out a huge chest. The iron bands creaked as it hit the ground, and the lid swung open, spilling a glow of gold coins that caught every noble's eye.
Gasps and whispers rose. Nobles leaned in, their eyes fixed on the mountain of wealth that dwarfed Marquis Saten's demand.
Marcellus's lips curved into a grin, and Cedric followed, his hand brushing the hilt of his sword as he stepped closer, his smirk sharp.
"Ah, little brother," Marcellus said smoothly, light but with an edge toward those watching.
"Let us help you count the seven hundred gold coins."
Cedric folded his arms, a hint of amusement in his eyes.
"Yes. After all, one mustn't risk underpaying such an honorable request."
Javier blinked, tilting his head at his elder brothers with a puzzled look.
"Errr… where did the extra two hundred gold come from?" he asked, sounding innocent but a little sly.
