[Cecelia's gaze flicks over in the direction the king gestures, giving the chest a careful look, as if doing so would let her glean more from it than looks alone. her attention darts back at mention of the "end," and after a thoughtful beat, her chin lifts slightly as she speaks:]

If I may confirm: In exchange for this proof of the calamity, I will accept the title of Ambassador, and see to it that two others are likewise assigned? And from there it will be the responsibility of the three to share this sight with fellow doubters.