What could not be won on the battlefield could not be won at the negotiating table either.
Elliot had demonstrated enough power and force to sit down and negotiate with the nobles.
Elliot understood this well, so he had not deliberately demanded too much. Aside from the Imperial Palace, which he had no choice but to hold, he had asked only for the Hearthfire District.
Now the Hearthfire District truly belonged to him. Whether the Night Watch Bureau or any other organization, they would all be expelled.
Even if he built another throne in the Hearthfire District and sat on it, no one would interfere.
Of course, that was only on the surface. There would be no shortage of probes, and the despicable nobles would certainly try to choke off his factories.
But he had never feared any of this. Instead, he was eager to try. With the Difference Engine's help, he would surely be able to make the Hearthfire District an impenetrable stronghold under his administration, and their probes would only demonstrate his strength.
All he needed was this opportunity.
Elliot had never harbored any illusions. The nobles had only backed down and let him off temporarily because their hands were full.
Once the Royal Family's assets had been completely divided up and absorbed, and the spoils allocated, the nobles would bare their fangs at him.
For now, his execution had merely been postponed, giving him a chance to catch his breath. Both sides had gone through the motions of signing an agreement, only to tear it up in the end.
Leaving the Nobles' House, Elliot returned to the mansion once more.
The nobles' knights at the entrance had still not withdrawn, but this time they merely stood at a distance.
As Elliot's icy gaze fell on them, their