Chapter 110 Overindulgence

**Thelma Zane’s POV** "I believe Elder Lucius is correct, Elder Eric," my father stated with an air of calm authority. His gaze, steady and piercing, locked onto the bald old man. "With a dangerous enemy before us, our priority should be clear, shouldn't it?" Most reasonable individuals would have understood the unspoken command to let the matter drop. Yet Eric, with his inflated sense of self-importance, was not one to follow the flow. Eric's reaction was immediate and dramatic, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. His face reddened with indignation as he raised his voice, "There is no such thing as a trivial matter in state affairs, Your Majesty! A simple seat may seem insignificant, but it represents the dignity of the royal family and the nobility. "Of course, I recognize that interrogating the witch is important, but she’s not going anywhere. Surely this pitiful intruder can wait a little longer to consider how she will beg for our mercy. However, the issue of Mi