"Thank you."
With a brief nod, Elian turned around and pulled Bianca by her hand.
The only ones who followed him were Sunny and Flare, Flame Phoenixes hiding in human skin. Maybe it was because of their same status as Tyrants; Elian felt a particular sense of kinship with her.
"Do you believe I made a mistake?" he asked bluntly.
Though there were two others with them, neither answered. Instinctively, both Flare and Bianca knew not to interrupt the discussions of Tyrants.
Sunny opened up her fan and covered her face before replying. "Does it matter what I or anyone thinks?"
"No. I guess it doesn't."
The Tyrant of Averignis studied him with sharp eyes before adding, "You seem to have something you wish to ask. Feel free; I am but a servant now."
Elian nodded, "Why did you throw away your right to rule?"
"Hmm? Whatever do you mean, my Tyrant?"
