After hearing Sidney out, Elliot did not continue to criticize him.
He did not think there was anything wrong with it.
No one, however noble their name, should be more important than the people of the Empire.
Had he faced such a choice, he would probably have made the same decision.
But...
Elliot's gaze swept over the two of them.
He still vaguely felt that something was strange.
Why did the two of them make it sound as though the world would end if the nobles seized power?
Recalling the distortion and absurdity of the Blood Feast, Elliot understood somewhat.
But if they truly took the throne and this country became theirs, surely they would show a little more restraint?
Elliot looked at the two of them questioningly, but the two princes' gazes were utterly certain, without the slightest guilt or hesitation.
His intuition told him that they genuinely believed this.
That was strange.
Could there be something about the nobles that he did not know?
Come to think of it, Elliot had only met the heirs of the Seven Holy Bloodlines at the Blood Feast, and the same was true of previous banquets and social gatherings. He had never once met their family heads.
The Old Duke had never taken him to meet them, either.
He tucked that question away. What mattered most now was giving them an answer.
Neither of them pressed him. After speaking, they simply waited quietly to one side.
Watching the two of them lower their heads and sip their tea in unison, Elliot suddenly felt something peculiar.
He could actually get involved in the struggle for the throne.
It had not been all that long since he had transmigrated here. Although he had indeed been through a great deal, he was already coming into