"Do you have any good ideas?"
Elliot looked at him.
Sidney fell silent for a moment, then braced himself with one hand and sat down beside Elliot.
He casually pulled off the ribbon tying his hair back, and his long golden hair drifted gently in the evening breeze.
His hair had originally been shoulder-length, but he had never had time to tend to it. Before he knew it, it had grown this long.
"Do you mean saving the Second Era, or dealing with tomorrow's disaster?"
"Both."
"I don't know how to save the Second Era either. I'd rather ask you, Elliot. Haven't you always been full of ideas?"
Elliot hesitated for a moment. He actually had no idea how to save the Second Era either, but the Old Duke had given him an answer.
Steal power from the Third Era and use it to bring the Second Era to an end.
Elliot did not know whether it would succeed. Humanity's mechanical talent was still gradually awakening, and there would certainly be more mechanical geniuses in the future. What direction would they take the world in?
Sensing Elliot's silence, Sidney looked away. "Looks like you're still unwilling to tell me."
"It's not that I'm unwilling, it's just..."
"You have reservations? It doesn't matter. I haven't told you my method yet." Sidney propped himself up on both hands and brushed aside the long hair covering his eyes. "You didn't expect this, did you? I can actually solve the problem with the Throne."
Elliot's eyes lit up. "How?"
Sidney did not rush to answer. He merely looked up at the starry sky, placed his hands behind his head, and leaned back, lying down on the rubble.
"Did you see what Michel's doing over there?"
He raised his right hand and pointed into the