Eat Up Like a Big Boy!

That evening, as they sat down to dinner at Elliot's estate, Monica secretly clutched her stomach at the gloomy atmosphere hanging over the room.

Only three people were seated at the table: Elliot, Benjamin, and Monica.

Lin stood poised behind Monica, dressed in her maid's uniform.

Elliot grimaced at the sight of Lin but said nothing. Apparently, he didn't even have the energy to make a snide remark.

"Five days until the festival... no, four in practical terms. In these four days, I have to get every last preparation done, pull Benjamin out of his slump, motivate the songstress, and persuade the spirits..."

Muttering to himself, Elliot set down his cutlery with a clatter and clutched his head.

"There's no way I can do all that."

Monica couldn't think of anything to say to Elliot in his current state.

She didn't understand how difficult a lord's job was, and she had no idea how to motivate a musician or a songstress.

(Could Ike have given him good advice...? Ugh, but Ike was pretty harsh with Lord Howard...)...