Before the Master could speak, though, someone knocked on the door. The secretary silently opened the door to bring in the refreshments.0

That was actually great timing from her. This opening allowed the Master to organize his thoughts even more.0

Once the secretary left, the Master sat forward and stared intently at Besley. “Now, then. Your question was meant to find out if I wish to become a dictator, wasn’t it?”0

“Although I wasn’t trying to be that direct, yes, you’re correct.”0

The Master slowly shook his head. “I do not wish to be a dictator, Sir Besley.”0

“…”0

“My aim has always been to change the Round Table's system, that is all. It has become too decrepit and fallen behind the times to the point of becoming a hindrance. I wish to transform this lumbering giant and push it to the next level. So that the Round Table can continue for the next thousand years or more, as it has been doing for the past thousand years.”0

“Yes, I get what you’re trying to say, Master. However…” Besley didn’t shy away and stared pointedly back at the Master. However, no emotions could be sensed from his stony face.0

No mistrust, no anger, not even any attempts at coercion or threats… He was simply emotionless.0

“If modernizing and evolving the Round Table requires you to rule this organization with an iron fist, what makes you any different from an actual dic...0