"The four of them aren't fools, and neither am I. If they keep scheming against me like this, there's nothing left for us to discuss." Patrick could no longer be bothered to explain things to Sailervor. Elves caught up in the maelstrom of Silvermoon City would never understand.
Although the Floating City's scenery was beautiful, Sailervor was in no mood to appreciate it now. His Majesty Anasterian wanted to reconcile the differences among the councilors as much as possible. Sailervor had arrived with this resolution, brimming with confidence, but who could have known that Chief Patrick would reject it after a single glance? The instant rebuff left Sailervor feeling terrible.
"Councilor Patrick, are you simply rejecting it outright, then?" Sailervor asked Patrick for confirmation once more.
"Just repeat my exact words. If the last three resolutions remain as they are, then please tell those four never to bother me again." Patrick did not want to continue talking to Sailervor either.
The Council's objective was clear. Patrick was developing the Ghostlands on his own, while the other four councilors could not extend their reach into Sunlight City and the other settlements at all. Almost the entire Ghostlands had already come under Patrick and the Windrunner family's control, and Patrick could use his title as a councilor to attract most of the unaffiliated elves to his side.
Once these elven commoners, whose backgrounds were clean and who bore no faction's mark, developed a sense of belonging in Sunlight City, they naturally joined Patrick's camp. The Council had no way to stop Patrick from independently recruiting people in the Ghostlands.
But if Patrick returned to the Silvermoon Council to govern now, the situation would be far less favorable. At the very least, the seat the Council had offered him was that of vice