Although Elliot had not gone to the Theater himself, he had seen the record of the entire assassination attempt on the Difference Engine.
While Lillian danced onstage, she had detonated the explosives in the Theater outright!
Who knew where they had gotten them!
At the time, the Supernatural person named Sutton had used his power to protect the box, keeping it from being destroyed. Otherwise, Vanessa would probably have died there alongside young master Garrett! If the Rose Cross had only assassinated nobles, Elliot might not have agreed with their path, but he could have understood it. Resistance through violence was still resistance; at least it meant something. But they had acted with absolutely no regard for civilians! Those bombs had been planted throughout the Theater!
Granted, most of the audience had been the city's middle class or wealthy merchants, with few truly impoverished people among them, but that was absolutely no excuse to slaughter innocents! Had the Empire reached its dying days, with its people destitute and everyone living in misery, Elliot might just have been able to understand the desperate madness behind the Rose Cross choosing the extreme measure of mutual destruction. But the Empire was still nowhere near that point. Did they already care so little whether civilians lived or died?
Ever since then, Elliot had completely abandoned any thought of contacting the Rose Cross. They were nothing but a pack of lunatics.
Elliot glanced around and quietly retreated behind the Third Prince and the Fourth Prince.
Now he truly regretted coming. Surely Lillian had not planted explosives in the club too?
No, I need to find an excuse to leave, fast!
Lillian stood in the middle of the salon with a charming smile, idly twirling the ends of her hair around a finger.
The two princes'