"My lord, is it really wise to let your son lead the opposition against the throne?", a middle-aged man with a slightly pale face walked alongside an old man with sharp white hair standing straight like a pole.
Their eyes glinted scarlet, showing that they were possessed by the demonic essence.
"Are you a moron? Being the high king is a hindrance to my plans. Erik is driven by ambition and greed. He is unaware of the constraints that will be placed on him once he becomes one."
The elderly man came to a halt and yelled at the middle-aged man.
"How do you think the Elder Council came to be? People see it as an extra hand to dethrone a high king should it be necessary. Little do they know that the elders wield the most influence and power in Norva Assili."
"My lord, you mean-"
