Sylas stepped before the northerners and spoke his truth.
"I was never interested in the throne. My purpose was simply to ensure that no unworthy person would sit upon it. Now that only worthy candidates remain, I am stepping down. I ask for your understanding."
His words were a mixture of sincerity and a carefully crafted excuse. A few nobles exchanged skeptical glances.
He expects us to believe that?
"Ahh! What noble intentions he has!" one man cried.
"We can't stop him if he steps down with such honor…"
"Still, it's a shame. He would have made a great king!"
The nobles could hardly believe it. It's actually working? they thought, staring at the citizens who were now nodding in agreement. Sylas, catching the stunned expressions of the nobles, flashed them a confident smile.
The words of a hero are hard to doubt, he mused to himself.
