"Things like possibly having to go to war, and it being dangerous..."
Cora studied Elliot. Seeing that he still looked utterly bewildered, she grew anxious:
"You said it yourself! You're not going to go back on your word, are you? If you throw me out, I'll never find another job..."
That was true. If she were thrown out by the Sterlings, one of the Seven Holy Families, no one would dare hire her.
"I said that? Oh, I suppose I did..."
Elliot finally remembered. Back then, when he had seen those depraved nobles, he had decided to change all of it with his own hands.
That would inevitably entail bloodshed and sacrifice, with danger dogging his every step, so he had told Cora the truth.
Those were the words he had mentioned earlier.
Who could have known that the Old Butler would misunderstand him, assume he intended to take Cora on the Expedition, and even arrange special training for her?
Looking back on it now, it really did seem easy to misunderstand...
Elliot rubbed his temple with a headache. "What sort of professional training did you receive?"
"All sorts of details about the history of the Expedition, our deployments and arrangements over there, as well as how to get there and fight..."
"Stop, stop, stop!" Elliot noticed something amiss. "A lot of what you're talking about falls under [Secret History], doesn't it? How could you know all that?"
"Oh, Mr. Conrad raised me to middle rank, so I could access [Secret History]."
Elliot choked.
The Old Butler really spared no expense. Training in Secret History had meant raising her straight to middle rank??
That truly was how the Sacred Blood Nobles did things. Elliot had racked his brains and still needed to rely on the Expedition to raise Vanessa to