“Whether it’s affecting anyone else is not my issue.” Noctus sat down, still holding me against his chest. “It is apparent my people are ignorant enough that they can’t tell inferior goods from well-made ones. Teaching them that kind of discernment would take more planning and work than simply getting rid of the source of bad artifacts.” What a thoughtful, benevolent monarch. Despite his harsh words, he’s going to fix the problem for his people—and maybe help other supernaturals in the process. The idea was so weird that it made me wriggle out of Noctus’s grasp and jump onto the desk.
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