Vanessa froze.
But Elliot, back at the mansion, rose to his feet in excitement.
Getting in touch with these secret societies had been the right move after all. He had finally found a clue to what his body's original owner had done!
The Frostmoon Uprising?
He had never heard the term before, but it was not difficult to understand.
"Frost" most likely referred to Frostmoon, and "uprising" was even easier to understand-a violent social upheaval. Had his predecessor been caught up in an uprising?
It had already been deep winter when he transmigrated, and he had been placed under strict confinement in this mansion from the outset. The timing lined up perfectly.
And an uprising-well, that did seem to warrant a period of confinement. No wonder Lady Camilla had been so adamant, and no amount of pleading in his letters had worked.
It seemed this confinement was meant to protect him, to keep him from being drawn into the maelstrom of the uprising.
No wonder everyone else had been so tight-lipped about it, either.
He just did not know how deeply he had been involved.
But-
He suddenly frowned.
Why?
Although Elliot still did not fully understand the extent of the Sterling Family's power, judging by what he had observed over these past days, they definitely stood at the very top of the Empire's pyramid.
There were only seven families among the Seven Holy Bloodlines, and he was the heir to one of them. With such an exalted status, who could so easily drag him into the maelstrom of an uprising?
Coupled with this confinement, so strict it was almost imprisonment-had someone set him up?
If that were true, it would make a little more sense.
No wonder Conrad, the old butler, had stopped him from sending out the token