Although some gave more progress than others, they had all been converted into progress.
Elliot had even considered turning this sacrifice ritual into some sort of garbage disposal system. After all, the offerings would only become progress, not end up beside him.
This time, the outcome had been completely unexpected.
"Could it be that Flora is special?"
Elliot had Flora step down and Vanessa stand on it herself.
"...That doesn't work either."
"Is there something special about offerings above Middle Rank?"
Elliot had Maeve stand on it next, only to discover that her progress was almost enough for her to advance to the Fifth Rank.
But she had painstakingly eaten her way to that progress herself. It had nothing to do with sacrifices.
Come to think of it, the advantage nobles had over commoners was that they could sacrifice other people.
Meanwhile, almost all commoners were stuck at Low Rank. Perhaps there was some hidden restriction involved.
Elliot soon shook his head. "None of that matters right now. I'll raise the other believers' ranks first, then look into this."
There was still a war going on in the Sea of the Moon. Both prospecting and dealing with emergencies required manpower, so getting the believers' levels up as quickly as possible was the sensible course.
Besides, Elliot kept feeling that Sidney and Michel's expedition was unreliable. They didn't even know Dream Creatures were intelligent. They might well suffer a major setback.
Yet Elliot couldn't easily bring this up. Besides, judging by these Dream Creatures' attitude toward him, he couldn't even say whether they were friends or foes.
He knew too little and could only take things one step at a time.
At times like this, the importance of having strength at his own disposal became all the clearer.
Helping the believers