The wine had barely settled into crystal glass when the Grand Duke raised his hand once more, an effortless gesture commanding absolute silence.
A servant stepped forward, setting a small, polished sphere at the center of the table. Its dark surface bore a delicate spiral etched in faint silver, subtle enough to seem decorative rather than functional. But Arthur recognized it immediately. His eyes narrowed slightly, a flicker of guarded interest passing behind his composure.
"A husher." He murmured, almost to himself. "You're revealing your cards early, Grand Duke."
Yel's lips curled faintly as he touched the sphere, igniting its arrays.
