"Ancestor… I must beg your forgiveness. The crown prince is conspiring to usurp the throne," Maximilian began, his tone pleading.
The elephant snorted and waved a massive trunk dismissively.
[Enough! Another power struggle? I've warned you countless times—I will not interfere in imperial disputes. Do you mean to insult me by dragging me into your petty squabbles?]
A gust of wind, heavy with power, shook Maximilian to his core. He raised his arms to shield himself, his voice cracking with desperation.
"No, it's not like that! The crown prince has allied with outsiders to hand over the empire. Please, help us, Ancestor!"
The elephant paused, its trunk still. After a moment of contemplation, it let out a huff, clearly uninterested.
[No, that's not sufficient reason. From what I see, you deserve the mess you're in. Go and face your punishment.]
