Lord Varran, ancient and smug, stood.
"And who funds this dream? Where is your labor force, Lord Dreamer?"
Sharath didn't flinch. He pulled off his gloves, revealing blistered hands.
"We build with those we've ignored. Each village trains its own. Engineers teach apprentices. Medics train healers. No guild monopolies. No noble favoritism."
Gasps echoed.
One word thundered: "Accountability."
The very ground shifted under the aristocracy.