How did he know? Only a select few were aware of Rozier's connection to the Crown Prince. Before Rozier could recover, Sylas continued, his voice ringing with feigned outrage.
"Tell me, how could you possibly do such a thing? To claim imperial authority on behalf of the Prince is a grave crime! Even the Emperor's own son and heir wouldn't be exempt from punishment for such an act! He would deserve execution!"
"..."
"So, this is the Emperor's will, is it? An insult and an attempt to divide the North, sanctioned by the Empire! How could we, the North, continue to serve an Empire that treats us with such contempt?"
With a bang, Sylas slammed his fist against the wall beside him.
"Treason! We shall commit treason! Lords of the North, gather your armies! Send letters across the land! If this is the Emperor's will, we shall declare independence! A grand war awaits, with countless dead and rivers of blood as we fight the Empire! We shall not stop until every Northman is dead!"
