Crawford made no attempt to hide his brutality.
He did not even conceal that he would take Elliot's life as well.
Elliot looked him up and down. This Fourth Prince was not particularly clever, and he knew it himself, declaring his purpose so bluntly and openly.
"You intend to kill me too, so why do you think you can still get my support?"
Crawford stared at Elliot, his gaze still icy. "Because I know you want those nobles dead too. I knew it when I saw you at the Blood Feast."
"You value your life, so let me do it. I don't care what happens to the Empire, and I don't care what happens to me. I only want to drag those filthy maggots down to hell!"
Elliot fell silent for a moment, then slowly nodded. "All right. I'll vote for you in the Nobles' House."
Crawford offered no thanks. He snorted and turned to leave.
Elliot stepped aside to let him pass, then headed back inside.
As Crawford pushed open the Mansion's front door, he suddenly frowned and paused. "Actually, there's something I've always wanted to know. Why would those fools let you live, let alone vote in the Nobles' House?"
Elliot glanced back at him and sighed. "Crawford, do you know absolutely nothing about what happened last night?"
"Tobias, you actually let Elliot go just like that, and even invited him to vote? Why don't we take this opportunity to wipe out the Sterling Family?"
Tobias slowly turned to look at the young man who had spoken.
His gaze first fell on the young man's chest. Pinned over his heart was a Coat of Arms depicting a black crescent moon.
The side of this Coat of Arms-the crescent's edge-seemed to have been honed, and a faint, cold