At that thought, Elliot could not help growing a little excited.
Tobias had put him under tremendous pressure. With foreknowledge of everything, he only needed to pinpoint the most advantageous moment to achieve astonishing results.
If the Seven Holy Bloodlines had simply held Saint Clair and fought the Royal Family and Elliot head-on upon their return from the expedition, even a victory would most likely have been a pyrrhic one.
But he had chosen precisely the right moment to assassinate Michel, reversing the situation outright.
This time, he had tried to repeat the assassination in the ruins of the Imperial Palace, again seizing precisely the right moment, but the outcome had been completely different.
Elliot had used a power he had never anticipated, changing the course of the entire battle. The sudden appearance of the crows and the bizarre ability of Elsa's corpse had successfully held the ambushing soldiers back for a moment.
Or rather, frightened them for a moment.
And that moment had been enough for Vanessa and her group to escape.
Elliot had actually prepared other contingencies too. Elsa had been his insurance; she had specifically carried a jar of [Honey] along so she could use [Honey Resurrection] to block the way if things went wrong.
This was a method that could even blow up the moon! Tobias? Had he ever seen anything like it?
"In short, prophecies aren't unbreakable. There's always a sliver of hope, and besides..."
A faint smile appeared on Elliot's face.
That sliver of hope was growing wider.
Faced with Tobias's prophecy, Vanessa and her group should have failed this operation, but instead, they had succeeded and obtained more power.
Didn't that mean those powers lay outside history too?
Those who knew history had best pray that history truly would never change.
What Elliot