The Old Butler's voice came from outside the door.
Elliot lowered his head to look at the [Holy Scripture] in his hands. He was about to write something more when its pages suddenly burst into flames!
The flames quickly engulfed the entire book. Elliot instinctively wanted to throw it away, but then discovered that it was not hot at all. The flames gently licked his fingers, like a soft caress.
Elliot suddenly remembered one of the titles the [Holy Scripture] had recited: "The earthly agent of the [Casting Forge]."
The flames seemed connected to the [Casting Forge]. Was this a trick of the [Holy Scripture], or the protection of the [Casting Forge]?
In mere moments, the [Holy Scripture] burned away completely, leaving neither residue nor ash, as though it had vanished into thin air.
"Another one who talks in riddles, though this one seems to be on my side," Elliot muttered to himself, stepping through the gates of the Nobles' House without much hesitation.
To be honest, he did not have much faith in the [Holy Scripture].
With Tobias here, the [Prophet in the Urn]'s prophecy encompassed everything in this place. Could the [Holy Scripture] really break the prophecy?
Elliot strolled across the soft carpet. Servants who had long been waiting hurried to open the door for him, afraid that he might find them too slow and swing his sword at it again.
Elliot stopped before the door and reached out to pat it gently.
A dull sound rang out; the steel door was cold and heavy; its solidity was reassuring.
This was the new steel door the Sterling Family had installed for the Nobles' House, reminding every noble who entered to treat Elliot with respect.
The nobles were very respectful toward him now.
They still remembered that scene: the