"But sometimes, sacrifices must be made for a greater cause. Rights claimed without paying the blood price are empty. More than that…" Arathion paused, looking at Sylas with a smile.
"I know you're not aiming to take the throne by relying solely on us. I expect you'll keep our involvement to a minimum, even thinking ahead to life after becoming Emperor."
"..."
"Aren't you already making various preparations? Just give us a foothold in your plans."
He was right. Those who ascended the throne by relying on the power of others were always at the mercy of those benefactors. Even if the elves sided with Sylas, he had no intention of depending entirely on their strength. The elven army was enough as a show of force or a final trump card.
'Is this the wisdom of experience?'