Elliot's [Philosopher's Stone · the Second] could grant creations wills of their own, and he had casually given the door one too.
Now the door had happily swung open.
Alvin's face gradually flushed red. Elliot was not wrong; in theory, he really had no right to be here.
He was young and inexperienced, and those words left him standing there stunned, not knowing how to argue back.
Elliot felt rather like laughing.
In theory, none of the people in this room had undergone a formal investiture, and none had obtained their position as family head through normal means. If they really reckoned things that way, he would be the only person holding a meeting here.
Yet tradition was precisely what the nobles valued most. His demand that they follow tradition could not have been more reasonable.
Tobias gave him an icy glance. Rather than walking into Elliot's trap, he stood up. "Since everyone is here, and the coronation ceremony is about to begin, let us go straight to the Imperial Palace to observe it."
As though granted a pardon, the nobles hurriedly rose one after another and headed outside.
Watching the nobles leave as though fleeing, Elliot said nothing more and followed them with a smile.
These fellows had been united enough when secretly organizing refugees to storm the Hearthfire District, but when confronting him face-to-face, none even dared raise their heads, as though a single glance at him would bring Theresia crashing down on them.
Elliot followed behind the crowd, secretly studying Daphne.
This young noblewoman of the Fitzgerald Family had cooperated with him twice now.
Once might have been a coincidence, but by the second time, Elliot began to wonder whether she had some deeper intention.
Tobias used the power of promotion to attract the nobles, and also