He had even considered going over and putting in a few words. If it really couldn't be saved, why not just give up?
The Royal Family faced countless difficulties in trying to control the entire Empire, but seeking a position equal to the Seven Holy Bloodlines wasn't all that difficult.
Since they couldn't hold on to the Throne, why not hand over the Imperial Throne and let whoever had the ability take it?
If they kept their heads down and developed as one of the Great Nobility, they might rise again in a few years.
With Sidney's ability to govern, becoming a ruler who restored their fortunes shouldn't be much of a problem.
Whoever commanded strong troops and sturdy horses could be emperor. Wasn't that perfectly fine?
But for some reason, none of the three had any such idea. They all intended to forcibly suppress the other nobles with their feeble strength, which naturally looked doomed no matter how he considered it.
Seeing that the cabin had been silent for quite some time, Elliot, who had been eavesdropping nearby, simply got up and walked over.
Naturally, the guards spotted his approach and reported it. By the time he entered the cabin, all traces of worry had vanished from the three faces. Sidney even struck up a warm conversation with him, as though everything were going smoothly.
Elliot wasn't buying it at all and went straight to the point. "Have you settled it? Which of you is taking the Imperial Throne?"
Sidney froze for a moment.
Beside him, Victoria and Michel exchanged a glance and both took a step back.
"No, we were just having a preliminary discussion. We were just about to ask you to join us... Why are you two backing away?"
Victoria said nothing and merely turned her