Plans Set In Motion
Espar frowned, disdaining Cletus even more.
The guy was truly a useless pile of bones.
"My lord, Cletus is far weaker than you. So why don't you become monarch?"
"Yes... Why don't I?" Mushu smiled playfully underneath his mask.
"To you, am I living far worse than a monarch?"
Espar shook his head. "No, my lord."
If anything, his lord lived a better life than many said monarchs.
"If that's the case, what do the titles mean to me? Having it would be akin to being a live target for my enemies."
As monarch, he would be too in the public's eyes. Whereas, even though he was still a well-known figure presently, he still had leeway to move about as he pleased.
But a monarch would have to relay their every action or give excuses here and ether to the ministers and many people who needed to keep up with him or spy on his activities.
And for a Society member who wanted to keep things on the low, it would be troublesome.