Advantages were meant to be used. If gold pounds could buy friendship, Elliot would not stand on ceremony. He had gone to great lengths to secure this chance for the two of them to be alone, and naturally he would do his best to make Miss Elegy a new source of information.
Besides...
Elliot looked at her face and, for a moment, lost himself in it.
The girl had her head tilted slightly upward, a trace of bewilderment still in her expression.
Before, through the hazy black veil, he had only glimpsed an elegant, mysterious outline. Now that he saw her true face, she seemed as graceful as an elf beneath the moonlight.
And across her face, tiny flecks of pure white light, like stardust, glittered beneath the moon.
Elliot stared, transfixed for an instant, then hurriedly looked away.
That was a little rude of me. Hopefully she won't mind.
He could not help it. He truly had never seen anything like this. Beautiful faces were nothing new to him, but one with lighting effects was a first.
No wonder she usually wears a veil. It must be to hide this, or wouldn't everyone know at a glance that she's a Supernatural practitioner?
Good thing I put my points into Spirit Vision.
Elliot had not noticed that those specks of light were wounds-or rather, even if he had, he would not have minded.
A few cuts on your face, and you get to be a Supernatural practitioner? I'd only be jealous!
There was a kind of beauty in power.
"Ahem, Miss Elegy, you're a Supernatural practitioner, aren't you?"
Flora turned her head, avoiding his gaze, and nodded slightly.
"I see. So the Mourning Poetry Society is a secret society with a Supernatural Path?"
"Yes. It always has been."
*Then why