Sylas's power had grown to an excessive degree. Whether in personal strength or network, he had far surpassed what one individual should possess. If he chose, he could reshape the empire's entire power structure.
"There are those who won't just sit back and watch this."
"What faction are you talking about?"
Sylas gave a cold smile in response to Toby's question.
"Obviously, the Imperial Family."
Once the preparations were complete, the Count commenced the grand festival. Endless supplies of food and drink flowed, while dancers and musicians filled the square with song. The overwhelming enthusiasm elicited cheers from the entire populace. The Count personally addressed the people.
"Eat, drink, and rejoice! Sing of my son's accomplishments! Celebrate the birth of the Dragonslayer!"
"Hooray!"
"Long live His Excellency, the Count!"