Mark didn't even blink. "Yes," he said immediately. "I accept that completely."
His answer made the red tribunal twitch faintly, while the black tribunal let out a low rumble that might have been a laugh.
Mark continued casually. "I love wealth. I won't lie. I love it a lot. I love money, materials, rare ores, and expensive things. That's just who I am."
He shrugged before adding in clarity. "But I've never tried to steal someone else's wealth. And I don't desire the riches that belong to others. I only want what I earn, what I create, or what I conquer fairly. So yes, I'm greedy. And no, I'm not ashamed of it."
The white tribunal watched him quietly for a few long seconds. Then she lifted her hand and snapped her fingers. The mirror shattered into golden sparks.
She turned toward him. "Then… the fourth and final test."
The painted world dimmed around them as though holding its breath.
