Chapter 47
Chapter 47
The Custoria family had an annex called the Silver Moon Pavilion. It was set apart from the other buildings, and the surroundings were eerily quiet.
"Silver Moon Pavilion is where the old folks who have retired from the front lines stay."
Hemillas was walking ahead, dressed in his Imperial Guard uniform. He and I were on our way to the Silver Moon Pavilion.
"Servants or other relatives don’t come near the Silver Moon Pavilion, do they?"
There had been no sign of anyone on our way there.
"Androids are enough for errands. Besides, the elders prefer to avoid contact with others. They must not exert direct influence. The elders are merely advisors, after all. Their role is to restrain the head of the family from going out of control."
It seemed the elders did not directly interfere in decision-making. That made sense—if they did, the head of the family would be nothing more than a puppet.
Hemillas explained about the elders of the Silver Moon Pavilion. There were seven of them. Depending on how one looked at it, it was either a large or small number.
"Few manage to survive long enough to be considered elders in this family. They die or disappear for various reasons. The mere fact that they’re still alive proves they have the qualifications to be elders."
"Was there no opposition to the adoption?"
"Two opposed, four remained silent, and only one agreed."