It was like telling the King that he would stage a coup and take all his power by rebelling.
But Maxime remained calm, and contrary to what Charles thought, he was smiling.
"Oh? And what position in the nobility are you aiming for?"
"Aren't all nobles the same?"
Maxime laughed lightly.
"No, even nobles have classes. It goes from the baron who precedes the viscount, himself inferior to the count, then the marquis, after the duke and finally the king."
Charles opened his eyes wide at this.
"So if I can become a duke in my lifetime, I'll be happy."
"A duke then, eh? Quite an ambition for someone who could never have the strength of an unassisted knight."
Maxime looked at Charles with a certain mockery.
But Charles took no notice and looked at Maxime with great surprise.
Then his face turned pale.
"I could never have the strength of a knight, why?"