He could already imagine some of his political rivals accusing him of conspiring with the other races to kill Melroy and seize the throne for himself.
After all, internal strife had always existed.
The demon invasion had merely forced everyone to put their differences aside for a few years.
Now that peace was returning, it would not be long before greed and ambition resurfaced. Xavier understood better than most that competition thrived during times of peace.
Such was the human heart.
Just thinking about the mess awaiting him in Haven made his head ache.
"Cheer up, Xavier," Fenrir said with a light smile. "You are powerful enough. Simply shut them all down with an iron fist."
She lifted her teacup and took a small sip.
"You might not be a Saint yet, but among all the Sage Mages, I would say you are certainly the closest to Sainthood. No matter how impossible that final step may seem to you right now, your presence during the battle was appreciated."
"Thank you, Lady Fenrir."
