"Pope… If I can kill you, will I rule the world?"
"Do I rule the world?"
"…Leyon—please remember this name, Your Holiness."
The first time Sylvester met Leyon was some time ago on that battlefield. Just a young soldier conscripted into the army to fight a battle he didn't want to take part in, for a man who was their King, but in reality, a greedy bastard.
On the surface, the talks happened, but in Leyon's mind, he saw visions that came from Sylvester himself. Visions of all the atrocities across the world that Sylvester had seen personally, atrocities that may happen in the future too. It was proof that as long as there were noble lords, there would be mindless violence for some land, women, or gold.
With his teeth clenched, Leyon silently retreated back to his brothers, but with a greater, new aim—an aim to eradicate nobility from the world, an aim to bring peace.
