Emperor Alex's gaze bore into Arthur's, the atmosphere in the room undergoing a palpable shift.
"Arthur, do you aspire to become the unchallenged ruler of the South?" The question hung in the air, laden with a weighty gravity.
Arthur's initial reaction was one of surprise, his brows furrowing as he sought clarity.
"What are you implying, Emperor Alex?" Arthur's inquiry was tinged with an air of detachment; his posture was rigid as he addressed the question head-on.
Emperor Alex, undeterred by Arthur's demeanor, maintained a composed smile, crossing his legs casually.
"I'll rephrase my question: Do you harbor aspirations of becoming the uncontestable ruler of the southern territories?" Emperor Alex held Arthur's gaze steadily, his words resolute.
He continued, his tone infused with a wry amusement, "I know you to be astute and contemplative. It stands to reason that you comprehend my implication, doesn't it?"