For the Royal Family's Path to provide mental treatment, he had to enter this state first. He had seen it with Victoria.
"Fortunately, it isn't serious." Sidney withdrew his hand.
Elliot hurriedly stood up and brushed aside his messy blond hair in distaste.
Come to think of it, Victoria was blond too, much like Sidney in front of him.
Elliot's gaze swept over Michel beside them.
Michel's golden curls grew even more wildly, like a lion's mane.
Got it. Everyone in the Royal Family was blond.
Among these royal family members, aside from the tall Michel, none of the others were very tall.
Victoria was the shortest. She even had to jump to get onto a chair, putting her in Elsa's league when it came to height.
Sidney wasn't much better. He was a good deal shorter than Elliot, making him and his twin brother, the Fourth Prince Crawford, fellow sufferers.
Both were considerably shorter than Elliot.
Then came Michel, who outstripped them by a huge margin. He stood a full head taller than Elliot, though he lacked Sidney and Crawford's handsome features and looked much more rugged.
"The Ritual is still being prepared. It'll take place in two days... one day." Much of the pain had faded from Elliot's face, but he still spoke with a trace of stiffness.
Sidney paused. "Prepared? What is there to prepare for this Ritual? Fine, that's your family business. Then... since you've already heard it, shall I continue?"
"Go on. You can't let me suffer that headache for nothing."
Sidney nodded. "The main purpose of our expedition is to obtain ore from the Sea of the Moon."
It really was ore?
Elliot's expression turned a little strange. "What kind of ore?"
"You're definitely familiar with it..." Sidney rummaged in his pocket and casually