"Wh-what is it?"
"Michel, you've become a Relic."
Michel: ???
It took quite a while, but Elliot finally managed to explain the basics. The necklace above Michel's head turned from green to yellow, from yellow to red, from red to purple, and from purple-
Once it reached purple, Elliot stopped talking to help Michel cool down, waiting until the color subsided before continuing.
In the end, Michel finally accepted his current state.
"So, I'm actually already dead, but I still exist in the form of a [Relic]?"
"Exactly!"
Elliot cautiously watched Michel alternate between red, purple, and green, afraid he might explode in a fit of excitement.
After all, he had been brimming with confidence, ready for a great battle against the nobles, only to become a Relic in the blink of an eye. Who could take that?
"The formation of a [Relic] requires two things. One is the original owner's death, with the displacement of flesh and spirit piercing the world's barri-
"-er. The other is a will so intense that even after crossing between the Present World and dreams, it remains undiminished."
Elliot looked up at Michel. "So, what is your will?"
Michel answered without hesitation, "Purge the nobles, kill every last one of those rebels, uphold the Empire's rule of law, and bring [Justice]
"back into the world!"
Elliot nodded silently.
"I understand. I, Elliot Sterling, promise you that I will let you see that day with your own eyes."
The sorrow faded from Michel's face, and he smiled. "I look forward to it."
"Rest here for now. If you need anything, tell Conrad. But under the gaze of Tobias's prophecy, the Mansion may not be safe," Elliot said.
"Understood. I won't say anything I shouldn't."
Elliot turned and was about to leave the room when a