Chapter 348: The Drawing of Lots
The King's voice carried across the arena, commanding the attention of every one present.
"How we shall proceed, however, has yet to be announced," he continued, a deliberate pause allowing the anticipation to build among the gathered crowd.
Lyria took a look around to see if everyone was listening because there was a huge crowd, and the King did not seem to even be shouting. Then she paused.
She should have noticed it. His voice was amplified.
She almost shook her head at herself for not realising it sooner. Of course. With so many people gathered in the arena, there was no way his natural voice could have carried that far without some form of magic assisting him.
"The matches shall be determined through a ballot," the King continued.
A murmur rippled through the crowd, curiosity mingling with excitement.
"Each suitor candidate will step forward and draw a ball from the box."
