Elliot stood before the Difference Engine for a very, very long time.
He found that he could not give an answer. He could not even reject all sacrifices as resolutely as his predecessor had.
"No wonder Victoria called me radical." Elliot gave a self-mocking laugh.
Perhaps being radical referred not to the Frostmoon Uprising, but to his refusal to sacrifice.
With a sigh, he simply stopped controlling things and turned in for the night.
The night was cool as water.
The next day, Elliot woke at dawn as usual. He had worked late into the night, yet he felt no fatigue at all when he woke.
This was because Vanessa had selected [Vitality] twice at the Second Rank. Those mere two points were enough to keep him full of energy all day.
Such was the power of the Supernatural. A single casual allocation of points matched a lifetime of arduous training for an ordinary person.
Yet at that thought, Elliot felt a little more troubled instead.
"Young master, today's breakfast is butter pudding from New Scandinavia, freshly shipped from Waterdeep-"
"Just bring a little of whatever to the Difference Engine. I won't be coming to breakfast."
Conrad had long since grown used to Elliot spending all his time at the Difference Engine.
Today, however, he ventured a word of advice. "Young master, your schedule has been rather full lately. Would you like to-"
Only then did Elliot remember that he was no longer an idle young noble confined to the Mansion, with nothing to worry about as long as he stayed out of trouble.
He was a legitimate heir to the Seven Holy Bloodlines and had already begun taking over part of the family business.
Playing with the Difference Engine now counted as neglecting his duties in the Old Butler's