"If that's the case, then for him to act hastily over some 'unpleasant matters' is far too emotional. Having already come this far, why not endure a little longer?"
Tristan stroked his chin, looking puzzled. Observing his old friend who lacked keenness and flexible thinking in matters outside the military, Pasiphael shrugged his shoulders and let out a long sigh.
"It's because he's realized that the greatest obstacle standing in the way of his ideals isn't something else, it's the regent himself."
"How is that possible, with that person's magnanimity..."
"It's precisely because of such breadth of magnanimity that it's problematic."
Pasiphael moved closer and with a somewhat somber expression, said word by word:
"You know, Tristan, for democracy, which pursues equality for all and sets limits to power, a virtuous ruler and his governance, worth being passed down for millennia, are more damaging than ten thousand tyrants and their unrecordably vast list of crimes."
"..."
