"Don't you think this country needs a ruler like you? Since the Emperor must leave his humane self aside."
Sylvester gazes into Draco's eyes. "That throne belongs to him, to begin with." He then went and picked up the letters on the table. They're sent by Duke Lynton and Duke Claymont. The Archduke began reading the said letter, "Duke Claymont will prepare what we need."
"Then let's go and kick them in their butts right away!"
Sylvester and Draco looked at the mage with disbelief in their eyes. "I didn't expect you to be such a careless man, Mr Mage." Draco shook his head which made Astra glare at him.
"They're just pests anyway. Asking for help now that everything's got away from their grasps. What a bunch of idiots."
The Archduke raises an eyebrow. "How come you seem pissed more than ever? It's not like they did anything to make you feel that way."