Elliot was truly rather tired. He stood up and staggered out of the room.
"Young master, are you..."
The old butler asked with concern.
"Tired from playing. I'm going to sleep. Don't call me for breakfast..."
As he dragged his feet toward the bedroom, Conrad's low voice came from behind him:
"Miss Lillian has sent a reply. She will call on you first thing tomorrow morning... Would you like me to politely decline for you?"
"Tomorrow morning?" Elliot stopped in his tracks.
"Yes, Miss Lillian seems quite enthusiastic."
Elliot hesitated, then sighed. "Never mind. Find me some information on the Rose Troupe. I'll take a look first."
It was not that he had suddenly become interested in Miss Lillian again, but that he had figured out something crucial.
-Meeting different people like this was the real key to breaking out of his predicament.
Confined to the house as he was, he could do almost nothing. Never mind building up his own forces or exploring the Supernatural; even sorting out his basic network of acquaintances was difficult.
It was manageable while he was in the mansion, since only the old butler knew him well. But once his confinement ended and the original owner's close friends gathered around him, wouldn't his complete ignorance give him away on the spot?
So he had to maintain a sense of urgency now, making as much contact with the outside world as possible and gathering all sorts of information.
But Elliot had never had a particularly good way of doing so.
The recent Holy Communion distribution, however, had given him an idea: he could meet more people at the mansion.
Meeting close friends risked exposing him, so why not meet more people he did not know well?
Miss Elegy was the best example. Not only did