"But you're talking about crowning a king, no less," the Marquis scoffed. Even the idle current Emperor would be aghast, and the suggestion practically ensured a charge of treason.
"But if the imperial family recognizes it, it won't be treason, will it?" Sylas replied.
"Don't say absurd things," the Marquis retorted, visibly frustrated. There was no chance the Emperor would willingly strengthen regional power.
"Then we just have to make it so he has no choice," Sylas continued.
"How, exactly will you do that?"
"By pressing the imperial family with the entire North's support."
"You insolent wretch!" the Marquis shouted, slamming his fist on the table, which cracked audibly from the force. For his age, he was certainly vigorous.
"Daring to suggest pressuring the imperial family! And you call yourself a noble who has pledged loyalty to them?"
"A king will rise," Sylas declared calmly.
