Elliot's eyes widened, and for a moment, he was dazed.
He had never imagined it would be like this.
"Do you still remember the details of that Blood Feast? Those nobles liked to imagine and construct a false world, put commoners inside to live out their lives, and then feast on those eventful lives."
"That was certainly their contempt for life, but it was also a longing they dared not voice-they longed to escape this hopeless world. They dared not face their destined end."
"Under endless despair, they were twisted into maggots."
"They could only indulge themselves this way, could only numb themselves by willingly sinking into depravity. They were nothing but pitiful, pathetic worms."
A deathly silence fell over the room.
Elliot felt somewhat dazed. Suddenly, he felt many things fall into place.
His body's original owner had launched the Frostmoon Uprising. The outcome had been so terrible that history had to be rewritten to cover it up, yet he still hadn't received any substantial punishment.
Could it be that he had been trying to save the Second Era back then, and had therefore been forgiven?
Then there was the Old Duke's remark at the Ritual that his methods were too gentle, that there was no time to take things slowly.
Thinking about it, that was true. If the era was about to be destroyed, what use would developing a few more Hearthfire Districts be?
Even the two men before him were the same, staking everything without hesitation on an uncertain possibility.
Elliot had thought they were simply too fond of gambling, but now it seemed that really wasn't the case.
If they didn't gamble now, it might be too late.
Even when Victoria had sought his help, her reason had been that there was no time to build