"Ha, you misunderstand," the Marquis Serge said, stroking his beard with a sly smile. "The qualifications for participating in the Platinum Council are Northern bloodline and holding land. Although he is from Corleone, his maternal lineage is Northern, so he has every right to be here."
"Corleone!"
"The Red Dragon of the East!"
The nobles gaped at Sylas, astonished. The legend of the dragonslayer who had fought alongside the Empire's founder was famous even in the North—perhaps more so there, where warriors and martial prowess were revered. To the people of the North, a dragonslayer was the pinnacle of all warriors.
"As the Marquis says, my maternal grandfather and mother are of Northern blood, and I reclaimed their homeland. So, I naturally hold the right to be here," Sylas stated calmly.
"Preposterous! What kind of…!" Ragnar began, only to be cut off by Sylas.
