Looking at the steel before him, Elliot still could not understand her words.
But there was a more direct way to communicate.
The instant Elliot's hand touched the steel, a surge of emotion poured out of it.
Longing, worry, relief, comfort, happiness.
Elliot heard nothing, yet his soul seemed to have completed an exchange.
Somewhat dazed, he touched his face. At some point, tears had begun to fall.
"Why..."
He did not quite understand, but he did not need to. The moment they touched, emotions had collided in place of words.
He looked at the steel before him in wonder. It was clearly nothing but cold machinery, yet a trace of reassurance inexplicably arose in his heart.
His earlier worries, fear, and suspicions gradually faded.
He did not need to find ways to deceive her or deal with her, simply because the steel before him truly loved him like a mother.
Elliot was at a loss.
Since crossing over, he had long since learned how to face enemies, but he still did not know how to face family.
Fortunately, Lady Camilla before him did not care whether he handled himself well enough. She merely conveyed her concern in silence.
The confusion and fear in Elliot's heart dissolved completely at that moment.
He could not help feeling a little ashamed. He had not communicated with her since returning to Saint Clair. Had that hurt her?
"Wait!"
Elliot suddenly sensed something wrong. Back in New Scandinavia, he had asked the Old Butler many questions about Lady Camilla to probe for information, including some about her daily habits.
For instance, what tea she liked to drink, what food she enjoyed, and so on.
The Old Butler's answers had all been ordinary food and tea, with nothing unusual about them.
Was the Old Butler