Elliot opened his mouth, momentarily at a loss for words.
Workers, forty-five leo, emperor, extravagance.
Given those four words, he could have spent a hundred years trying to make a sentence and never come up with that combination.
This was how you practiced fair competition?
It really had given him, an Otherworlder, a little taste of the shock of feudal society.
Only after a moment of silence did he speak, his expression strange. "Never mind, I-well, I want to try doing it myself. Keep investigating for now. Send some Supernatural people to see whether any Supernatural powers are involved behind this.
"I'll find a way to deal with the rest."
Conrad was clearly somewhat surprised, but he did not object, merely bowing as he replied, "As you command, young master."
"All right, go about your business. I have other things to do." Elliot ushered the Old Butler out, then shut the door firmly.
He was now wearing an evening dress, his hair immaculately groomed.
Standing before the mirror, he looked himself over from both sides before nodding in satisfaction.
"Looks good."
Elliot picked up a Silver Cane and put a mask over his face.
With a thought, his appearance slowly changed, finally settling into that of a middle-aged gentleman.
"Excellent. This will do."
He smiled slightly, walked over to the Difference Engine, and looked at the [Elliott Sterling] Puppet.
Sure enough, the Puppet had also changed into matching formal attire, with a strange mask covering its face.
Elliot casually picked up another Puppet and stuffed them both into the [Dream Entry] opening.
Dorothea opened her eyes.
The warm yellow light of the setting sun passed through gaps in the thick canopy, becoming strands of light and shadow that bathed the entire wood in warm, hazy hues.
This was her Dream