The nobles grew contemplative.
If we accuse him of treason, we could execute him here. It wouldn't be hard to frame it that way…
But if we do, a new lord will be appointed from the capital. We've just chosen a king—if the empire tightens its control here, we'll have undone everything.
And if we make a decision ourselves, it could be interpreted as rebellion. This is a delicate matter.
They needed a punishment that was beyond dispute, one that even the crown couldn't question. As the nobles wrestled with this unexpected dilemma, Thorbern's gaze turned to the elderly noble, a cunning smile spreading across his face.
"This is a simple matter."
"S-Simple?"
"Indeed. We already have a king," Thorbern replied confidently, letting his gaze settle on Sylas.
