Kapitel 125: Those lost in the dusk

'I never thought using some random words could be so effective.'

Thinking back at the conversation he had with Ilian, Eliot couldn't help but wonder how that boy knew so much about these kinds of stuff. 

-When you talk to the bishop, tell him that you're my brother. Not just a random mention, but phrase it with utmost emphasis. 

-What? How dare you-

-That'll be the most effective line to use. Even if I pretend to be deathly sick, I'm the only one who'll be allowed to enter the cathedral's infirmary. But what if we have some sort of connection? Since I'm the rank 1, my supposed brother should also have as great of an Aether as I do. They'll try to help me regain my health, but in case I don't get better, they'll need to have someone replace me, and who would be better suited for that role than my brother?

-Hmm... That's logical... but to tell such a lie...

-It's just a little act, what's so hard about it?