Sylas' words were so logical that Zayreus had no rebuttal to them at all. It was more shocking than anything else that he had said it all so boldly.
Usually, these were schemes that people played in the dark, but Sylas laid it all out on the table as though he truly had nothing to hide.
All of a sudden, it felt like the atmosphere in the room shifted. At the start, even Yaoyao, who was otherwise in favor of Sylas, had found herself frowning.
But now, a light smile had curled her lips, her wrinkles deepening just the slightest bit.
They had all lived enough life to have been around eccentric personalities. Those like Sylas, geniuses who weren't the best socially but were very straightforward in their actions and word choice, were the type that were the most annoying to be around if you were their enemy, and yet also the most endearing if you were a friend.
Of course, these old fogies had little clue that Sylas wasn't so socially inept. He was quite good at reading a room, deciphering emotions, and acting upon them.
It was just that in this case, he had decided that the best path forward was this personality, and he had been proven correct with great immediacy.
"Do you understand what you've just said?" Zayreus said slowly.
"Are you very afraid of the Thryskai?" Sylas asked.
"You…"
Who wasn't afraid of the Thryskai in this region of the universe? It wasn't a problem of their Mortals, but there were the Demi-Gods above them, and the Gods above them.
The Thryskai that Sylas was used to were the mere Mortals that couldn't scrape the shoes of the Demi-Gods clean. Yet, the Golden Grove, who was very apprehensive in the face of the Demi-Gods, was well aware that the Demi-Gods were to the Gods what their Mortals were to them.
Sylas might only be familiar with the weakest form of the Thryskai who the Golden Grove could manage more than well enough.
But his ignorance was shining forth too boldly.
Who knew how the Thryskai might react if they heard of his words today? To call them cowardly…
One of their Gods might choose to smite the entire guild to ash. How ridiculous.
And yet, Sylas was pretending like he was the coward here? He was just being foolish.
Unfortunately, no matter how much logic was on Zayreus' side, he knew that he had lost today. This was especially so since not long ago, a Demi-God had come to antagonize their Elder Council.
This was a public affair that had shaken the entire Golden Grove.
No matter how right Zayreus was, Sylas' words were endearing and from the heart, while he was essentially playing defense for an enemy that had humiliated them all not long ago.
It almost didn't matter what he did from now on. In the eyes of some elders, his stock had taken a permanent hit.
Fury bubbled in Zayreus' heart, but to his credit, he maintained his composure.
"Council Elder Niafon, I've asked all of the preliminary questions I can. You are free to take it from here."
Zayreus bowed to his grandfather and then moved to the side.
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