"Not right now..."
Flora's voice was somewhat hesitant.
"There used to be?" Elliot sounded rather doubtful. His understanding of the supernatural had grown considerably by now. Supernatural people of high rank and above were completely monopolized by the nobility, while commoners struggled even to reach middle rank. Even sacrificing everything they had would barely bring them to its threshold.
Flora had only attained middle rank through a shortcut before, and it did not quite count as true middle rank. She could not even enter dreams.
"There... there very likely used to be!" Though Flora sounded less than confident, she forced herself to say it anyway.
"You know our society is a publicly recognized society. Emperor Trist personally signed our charter. It has his signature and a drop of his blood on it!"
Well...
Elliot paused, forced to admit that it was indeed somewhat possible.
Anything connected to Emperor Trist immediately took on an air of mystery.
There was no helping it. Emperor Trist had simply been too formidable, single-handedly leading humanity into a new era.
"Do you have any..."
"No. Whether records or objects, practically everything has been lost. That charter is the only relic from Tryst's time. All we have left are the [Mourning Poems] and the [Thing of Immortality]..."
Wait, the [Thing of Immortality]?
Elliot's eyes suddenly lit up. The [Thing of Immortality], together with the [Philosopher's Stone] and the [Difference Engine], was known as the Thrice-Great-artifacts personally created by Emperor Trist.
How had they ended up in the Mourning Poetry Society's hands?
Although the one inside Flora was merely an inferior version, they supposedly used to have the original. It had simply been lost.
Could it be... that the Mourning Poetry Society actually had close ties to Emperor Trist?
The more Elliot thought about it, the more