The First Day

Eliot

Eliot was roused from his deep sleep by the sound of people moving around him and talking. Eliot realized that that was the first dreamless sleep he had had in awhile.

“Ah, you’re finally awake,” harrumphed the HeadMaster.

“What…happened?” asked Eliot, his memory not completely functioning.

“You both passed out from mana fatigue, you were extremely lucky it only happened after the combat ended or else an unfortunate accident could have occurred,” scolded the HeadMaster with clear levels of annoyance.

“I don’t get it.” Said Eliot. “I deal with mana fatigue all the time and I’ve never passed out like that."

The HeadMaster sighed heavily before explaining, “Mana Fatigue is more than just the lack of mana in your mana pool, it also covers the amount of stress the soul is exposed to when casting spells with that mana. So, while you may have experienced mana fatigue, my guess is that it's never been through casting a spell like the one you used in the duel, am I correct?” Eliot thought about it for a moment before agreeing that he had never done anything like what he did in the arena before.

The HeadMaster pinched the bridge of his nose and continued to lecture, “Listen, as Karl Favish’s discipulus, you need to uphold a legacy and reputation-”

Suddenly, “You’re Karl Favish’s discipulus? I was right, you are a prodigy!” exclaimed Henry in his bed not too far away.

The HeadMaster grew mildly annoyed again with the timing that Henry chose to wake and said, “Prince Henry, while it isn’t actually a secret, it would be favorable if you refrained from spreading the word about Eliot being Karl Favish’s discipulus. We will announce it in the future, when the time is right."

Henry was already back to his polite, considerate personality as he said, “No need to worry about me, HeadMaster. I know enough to not do anything unsavory with the information." The HeadMaster seemed satisfied with his response and left shortly after, he was a busy person.

“Might I ask how long we need to stay in the infirmary?” Henry got the attention of one of the support mages.

“You can leave as soon as you feel you are able, we already gave the all clear,” responded the nurse before continuing in her task.

“What do you say we leave, Eliot?” asked prince Henry, as he looked around and thought it would be boring to just stay there.

Eliot smiled and said, “Sure” before rolling off the right side of the bed, the side Henry was opposite to. At first, Henry was anticipating a sound to be made when Eliot rolled off and considered if he had hit his head during the duel. After some time with no sound indicating Eliot had ever hit the floor, though, Henry realized Eliot had left using a portal. Henry burst out of the infirmary in a panic, he beratted himself for letting Eliot get the better of himself and flew up to their room to see Eliot lying casually on his bed while reading the books that were supplied by the school.

Eliot looked up and said in a boring monotone, “Oh, what’s up?” before looking back down and reading the book. Henry shook his head at Eliot’s antics and soon copied what Eliot was doing and learned about the mystical subject called magic.

Time flew by and Penelope woke up in the church in a start. She looked around and slowly beckoned the events that had occurred yesterday, before realizing in a panic, classes started today.

“Sleeping in the church? The church would gladly give you a dwelling if you so have the need,” Pastor John chimed in without stopping his praying.

“I slept here for … different reasons, don't worry about it,” said Penelope before running out and sighed in relief when she got back to the academy and there was still time to get her bearings.

“Jasmine!” called Penelope when she saw her good friend.

“Penelope! How did the divination go?” asked Jasmine after giving a friendly greeting.

“Listen, you need to stay away from that guy at all costs, he's bad news,” panted Penelope without any explanation.

“Alright, I’ll take your word for it, but it's you who will have that problem,” responded her friend. “I asked around a little bit myself and found out you share your class with him."

“Well, I guess it shouldn’t be a surprise that he’s in the top class,” mumbled Penelope before saying, “Thanks for the heads up, hope you have a good first day” After they said their goodbyes, they walked in separate directions, unfortunately, Jasmine was only in the second class, not the first.

“Ah, wait!” called her friend after she was already out of ear shot.

She just shook her head and mumbled, “She looks good with golden eyes."

Penelope arrived at the classroom breathing heavily because she had rushed to get there in time after washing up, being covered in blood wasn’t very sanitary. The class was around 100 meters squared with a small area taken up by a podium in the front of the room and a chalkboard on the wall, facing a weird looking arrangement where the ground was shaped as stair steps. It looked similar to bleachers but with desks. There were small desks made out of wood with chairs on the stairs, about ten students were already there. The teacher, or professor as Penelope was told to address him, welcomed them in and showed them to their seat. She sat at the leftmost desk in the first row that wasn’t elevated above the ground. Penelope didn’t see anyone near enough to strike a conversation, so she just sat there and waited until some did come in that sat close enough.

Eventually, as more people started filling in the seats, she found that the seat next to and above her were still unclaimed. Unfortunately for her, the next people to come in were the crown prince and Eliot.

"I told you we should have gone to sleep earlier, we were almost late on the first day,” complained Eliot’s voice before anything else had the opportunity to announce their presence.

“Look on the bright side, we still made it in time,” said Henry as they appeared in the visibility of the door frame. Everyone in the whole school knew about the duel that Eliot and Henry had and weren’t too surprised to see them together. Penelope, however, was shocked that Eliot was conversing with THE crown prince casually, even after their duel. Reality dawned upon her when she realized that there were two seats remaining and two people to fill them, she prayed to Gaia that Eliot didn’t get sat next to her. Unfortunately, it was shown once again that Eliot was backed by a stronger God as he was sat directly next to her and, since she was on the edge of the bleacher-like arrangement, became her only neighbor. Penelope tried her best to sit with no reaction, but alas it wasn’t meant to be as Eliot soon looked at her in surprise.

“Oh, it's you. Nice to officially meet you, I’m Eliot,” greeted Eliot as he extended his hand for a handshake and sat down next to Penelope.

“That’s odd, I thought she had brown eyes, how did I miss them being golden?” Eliot thought to himself.

Penelope cursed fate as she timidly replied, “Nice to meet you too… I'm Penelope.” and shook his hand.

“I sincerely want to apologize for bumping into you earlier, I wasn’t in the best of moods and wasn’t paying attention, I hope you don’t hold a grudge,” apologized Eliot as he settled in and was happy that Henry was sitting diagonal to him.

“I forgive you, there is nothing to worry about, and I heard about what happened before, hot- headed genius,” snorted Penelope as she realized it wasn’t as bad as she thought it would be, in fact, Penelope started doubting what she should be afraid of as she felt a comfortable aura settle over her. If she retained all of her memories, she would definitely be more cautious, but her giving up on being distant worked in the way of building friendship. Eliot momentarily froze before giving a defeated sigh as he heard one of the many names he was now known for throughout the student body. Eliot could only mumble something in embarrassment.

Penelope giggled at the childish display before saying, “Oh, you don’t like that one? How about the dolt who dueled the prince on the first day?”

Eliot let his embarrassment momentarily take control and he retorted, “I didn’t know he was the prince at the time, just some prominent noble”

“A prominent noble would almost be as bad as the prince, but you still dueled him?” Penelope shot back.

Eliot was about to reply with something that would definitely lose him the argument, but was unable to as Henry cut into the conversation with, “Pardon my intrusion on your flirting, but I do believe class is in session.” Penelope and Eliot snapped back to reality as they realized where they were and stopped their argument to pay attention to what the professor was doing.

The first assignment they were given was to read a couple passages in the “Magic 101” textbook, fortunately, most of them Eliot hadn’t already read the night before. Eliot had no lapse in attention as Penelope gave snarky commentary on anything she deemed worthy and Eliot had no problem adding on, making the time much more enjoyable for the both of them. Eventually, the professor stopped reading from the book and casually dropped it on the podium.

“OK, that covers everything we need to read on the first day, now I can actually teach you worthwhile content instead of reading it from a dusty tome,” the professor half complained, half celebrated. The monotone and un-engaged teacher was replaced with an expert public speaker that kept everyone enraptured as he passionately discussed magic. He had explained that magic was completely not complicated, and there wasn’t much to learn besides the basics. He also said that, despite how revolutionary and powerful they seem, the symbols and mana they use to make the spell are just directions for reality, nothing more, nothing less. After imparting a small tidbit of information that left almost everyone in the room in an epiphanic state, the professor said that he would give the rest of the class for us to learn a spell. It didn’t have to be perfect, but to leave, they needed to successfully cast the cleanse spell. It was easy to find in one of the textbooks and everyone in class soon had mana flowing out of them and forming into sloppy symbols.

Once Eliot saw the symbols needed for casting the cleanse spell, he reeled back in surprise and couldn’t stop a, “Why is it so long?” tumbling from his lips.

Penelope peered over at him with Judging eyes before she said, “Something wrong, Dolt?” Unfortunately, Penelope had settled on the name Dolt instead of Eliot, but Eliot couldn’t be bothered by that in this moment because he was shocked to see the large amount of lines needed to cast what was an entry level spell.

“That is the normal amount of lines for a utility spell,” said Penelope like it was common knowledge. Eliot was about to share the amazingness of his simple, one line long, portal spell that was listed under utility, but was stopped by Henry.

“Eliot is just surprised because he expects every spell to be extraordinary and revolutionary in order to be used by a prodigy such as himself,” while harsh, Eliot was barely able to catch the veiled hint to not tell Penelope about his portal spell, not yet.

“I never said that,” grumbled Eliot as Penelope gave a high-five to Henry.

After spending some time actually reading the symbols, Eliot found that most of it was actually a list of materials that would be taken from your body to cleanse the user. Technically, the first symbol is six lines long as it has materials in quotes and only separates them with a comma, there are only two other symbols besides that. The second one is a sphere with arrows pointing towards it to try and mark a certain, but unknown, property. The third symbol is the outline of a human filled in with the caster’s mana. It was extremely easy to cast it after actually reading through it and formed perfect symbols in front of Eliot that could be used to cast the cleanse spell if he added more mana to engrave them on reality. Eliot checked the time and saw that there was still an hour of class left, so he decided not to show the teacher the spell he had mastered on the first try of forming. Instead, Eliot flipped through the “Magic 101” textbook, specifically to a section that Eliot wanted to get to last night but didn’t have the time. The section told about certain symbols that could be used in all spells to make casting easier. Eliot immediately stumbled upon something he knew he would be using his whole life and would be useful in the ludicrously long cleanse spell. They call it a check mark, it looked like two parentheses next to each other with a small number next to them “()1”. Apparently they can be used to ‘store’ symbols or instructions and can be used later in the casting of a spell. The number is to differentiate between multiple check marks because once you save something in a checkmark by engraving it on reality, it is permanent. When Eliot saw what the check mark did, he wondered why everyone didn't just check mark complete spells to skip out on the casting time, but rationalized that there must be some rule that stopped that.

Eliot decided that cleanse would definitely be a useful spell that he would use a lot in the future, which is probably why his professor has him learning it early, and it wouldn’t be a bad idea to use a checkmark on the lines of materials. Eliot soon formed the endless list of materials inside of two parenthesis with a small “1” on the outside. After Eliot tripled checked everything was perfect, this was permanent after all, he added more mana and engraved it on reality. Like that, Eliot's first checkpoint was made. Eliot checked the time and was surprised to see that nearly an hour had gone by, even though it didn’t feel like much time at all to him. He looked to his left and silently praised Penelope’s skill as she had the cleanse spell’s symbols perfectly formed but was still combing through it to make sure she got it right. Eliot stopped his next thought as he realized that he instantly knew as soon as he looked at the symbols that they were perfect, but didn’t know how. Eliot wasn’t too preoccupied with this as he had been learning and experiencing new mind boggling things often recently, making them easier to manage. Eliot looked at Henry next, he was just a step away from perfection, one of his ‘i’s had a cube instead of a circle above it. Eliot thought about it for a second before deciding he would help, something that small could take a long time to find and Eliot didn’t think there was any harm in doing so.

“Check your ‘i’s” Eliot whispered to Henry as to not interrupt anyone nearby and walked to the professor who was scribbling madly on some parchment, it was a wonder he didn’t spill the ink.

“I perfected the spell, professor,” Eliot spoke up to get the professor’s attention. The professor looked up from his parchment and eyed Eliot suspiciously, almost as if they were wondering if Eliot was playing a prank.

After a few seconds of Eliot not doing anything, the professor took him seriously and said, “Lets see what you got, hot-headed prodigy”. Eliot winced at the name but wasn’t surprised that his professor knew about that, as well. Eliot instantly and effortlessly formed three symbols in front of him out of gray mana. The first symbol was two parenthesis with a small number outside of it on the right, the second was a sphere that had arrows pointing at it from all directions, and the third symbol was the human figure filled in with mana. The professor’s eyes seemed to bulge out of his head when he saw the checkpoint; he looked incredulous when Eliot engraved them on reality and they actually worked. Instead of dissipating like most spells, they stayed there and started drawing off all sorts of ‘unclean’ substances from Eliot’s body around the symbols in a revolting ball before the ball and mana disappeared.

“If you need me to cast it without the checkpoint, I can,” said Eliot once he saw that his professor was frozen in shock.

The professor snapped out of his stupor and said, “No need, I know that you have it perfect, you can leave whenever you want”

“Actually, I have a question,” said Eliot hesitantly.

A gleam seemed to shine in the professor’s eyes when he heard that and he said, “What is it?”. Eliot explained what had happened to his professor; the professor had reacted less in shock and more in awe and respect, This boy is a prodigy, after all, hot-headed or not he thought as he listened to Eliot.

When Eliot was done, the professor smiled and he said, “That’s easy, the reason you were able to instantly know if someone else had it wrong or right is because you mastered the spell, the same thing happens when you master other spells, it saves a lot of work for me." Eliot thought he had mastered the spell way too easy, after all, he barely formed the symbols and he already mastered it, while he had to practice for days with his portals to master that spell.

"I shouldn’t be complaining about something like that, though," sighed Eliot internally before he thanked his professor and walked out of the classroom.

Eliot decided he would wait outside because he saw Henry get up from his seat when he left. Not long later, Henry, trailed by Penelope, exited the classroom.

“Thanks for the tip,” said Henry as they greeted each other.

"No problem,” responded Eliot. “So, what do we do now?”

“You wanna go for another duel in the arena?” asked Henry with barely contained excitement.

Eliot was about to agree when he realized that three people were there and asked, “What about you, Penelope?”

“Duel either of you in the arena? No way!” refused Penelope adamantly. “Besides, I have some stuff to do at the church.”

Suddenly, Henry face-palmed and let out a loud groan, “Sorry, Eliot, I just remembered that I have to go be a prince today.”

“Not like you can get out of it,” shrugged Eliot.

With both of his friends doing their own things, Eliot decided to sight see some more, maybe even shop for some gifts for Cel and his family. An hour or two went by with not much excitement. Other than the amazing substance called glass being outside of most shops near the school, Eliot didn’t find anything particularly interesting. However, that was before he stumbled across a particular weapons shop. Eliot had to wait for about thirty minutes waiting in a line, but somehow he just knew that there was going to be something good in the shop. Eliot finally reached the inside and was surprised at how empty it was, only five other people were in the medium sized store, that explains the line. Eliot was almost immediately swept in the beauty of the weapons that were displayed on wooden racks and hooks. Eventually, Eliot’s gaze fell upon a set of dual engraved daggers and for some reason, Eliot couldn’t tear Cel from his mind, like the weapons were made for him. They were curved edge daggers about the size of a butcher's knife and painted a cool red with an intricate golden design next to the engravement. Eliot liked to think he was a rational person that didn't believe in many superstitions, but, when it came to Cel, it was mostly weird, intangible feelings, and Eliot thought this was no different. After buying the daggers for ten golds, most of Eliot’s money, he wanted to leave but still felt a tugging to stay inside, like he wasn’t done yet.

Eliot set about looking at the merchandise to try and find what was calling him with such intensity. Eliot knew he had the right object once he set his eyes on it, but he had no idea what it actually was. It was a red flint-lock pistol with an engraving on the handle. Eliot had no idea what he was staring at as he reached out and grabbed it by the barrel. Suddenly, the gruff voice of the shopkeeper rang directly next to Eliot’s ears.

“Put that down! do you have any idea how dangerous it is?” yelled the man as he gently but firmly snatched the gun out of Eliot’s hands.

“I’m sorry, sir, I don’t know what that is and was inspecting it,” apologized Eliot, a gleam in his eyes as he found something new and interesting.

“This, son, is a flint-lock pistol. This is a new weapon, the destructive power gives me shivers,” explained the shopkeep. Eliot felt the same feeling he felt when he stumbled upon the daggers and knew that he had to get the pistol for cel.

"In that case, I would like to buy it,” said Eliot as a fiery determination formed in his eyes. The shopkeep eyed Eliot suspiciously, someone this young usually didn’t have much funds. The shopkeep decided to at least give Eliot the chance because he was still wearing the uniform from The Arcane Academy of Everveil, but still doubted Eliot had the required money.

“Sure thing, it goes for twelve platinums,” said the shopkeeper nonchalantly, while knowing that twelve platninums was an insane price that only nobles could afford, luckily Eliot looked the part. The well built resolve that formed in Eliot almost crumbled as soon as he heard the price, almost.

Eliot coughed into his fist and said, “Unfortunately, I don’t have that amount of money with me.” the shopkeep was slightly disappointed, even though he expected that Eliot couldn’t afford it. The reason the shopkeep was disappointed is because he knew the gun would never sell at twelve platinums, no one knew of the terror that such a small and harmless looking piece of metal harbored, but couldn’t lower it or else it would result in lost money.

Eliot quickly followed it up with, “But I will come back by tomorrow with the required funds, is there any way to reserve it until then?” The shopkeep that was in the middle of putting the gun down and walking away became disgruntled when he heard what Eliot said. The shopkeep didn’t know what to think of the random mage in training that seriously said they would get their hands on twelve platinums by tomorrow and just grunted in reply.

Eliot’s eyes shone when the shopkeep grunted and Eliot bowed while saying, “Thank you, you won’t regret it” before running out of the store. Eliot already had a couple of ideas for making the money, the one on the top of his list: learning a spell that duplicates materials and duplicating glass. If he did manage to find a way to do that, he wouldn’t be hurting for money ever again, so Eliot thought this was the best option.

After asking around, Eliot was told the best place to get a specific spell was the Mage’s Guild. Eliot mentally face palmed when he heard that, the Mage’s Guild should have been the first place he checked. Eliot split off from the road and went into an alley to use a portal to get to the Mage’s Guild. Suddenly, while Eliot was consulting his map of the Metropolis, a dagger was thrown and collided with the Mage’s Armor he had protecting his head. Eliot looked around with mana sight and noticed around twenty individuals with cloaks on, hiding in the shadows.

“What did I do to draw attention from an organization like this?!” thought Eliot in alarm as he did his best to dodge daggers coming from all angles. Unfortunately, Eliot was only able to hold out so long against the sheer amount of assassins, not to mention they were all skilled in their craft, and his Mage’s Armor shattered before a dagger sunk into his thigh. Eliot let out a pained scream as he convulsed on the floor, the dagger had a paralysis engraving. The person Eliot assumed was the leader stepped out from the rest of the group muttering about overkill. What surprised Eliot the most was that he didn’t even care about his impending doom, he was just confused about who he angered to such an extent that they would send assassins after him. Even though he didn’t fear death, Eliot’s brain was all over the place as he lay there shaking, an effect of the paralysis engravement. Suddenly, a peaceful calm settled over Eliot as if a bucket of ice water was splashed on him, clearing his mind and even removing the paralysis. The feeling was similar and Eliot instantly remembered the two other times where the same party had helped him learn to meditate and make the portal spell usable. Eliot wasn’t sure before, but now he knew that the help came from someone or something else.

He didn’t dwell on it at that moment, though, as the leader of the assassins was shoving a dagger towards his heart. A small portal appeared just above Eliot’s chest and next to the leader’s head, a dagger found itself embedded in the leader’s skull. Eliot shot up and grabbed the paralysis engraved dagger from his thigh and stabbed the person with the fastest reaction time that already launched an attack at him. At this point, Eliot could just run away, but he felt a need to show these assassins how to do their jobs. Seeing how Eliot dispatched the two strongest, as well as the two in command, the eight-teen assassins left were hesitant to charge straight at him.

“If you really fear your own death that much, you shouldn't be an assassin,” taunted Eliot as he got ready to commence his attack.

Right before Eliot started his own killing spree, a blissful voice entered his ear, “I’ll handle it from here, you just sit tight and wait for me to finish”. A figure, who Eliot figured was female based off the voice, in a blue cloak appeared in front of him, brandishing two daggers that looked similar to the ones Eliot had gotten for Cel, missing the golden design and engraving. At first, Eliot was outraged that someone would just jump in and steal from him the fun of killing these assassins, but was immediately torn from those thoughts as the person started their attack. The only word Eliot could think of was beautiful as he watched the person in a blue cloak ensuing in a blood bath. Everytime a dagger flashed out, a spurt of blood that came from a vital area followed and a body thudded to the floor. Their footwork was impeccable as they dodged every attack coming their way with a hair's breadth, but didn’t bother to dodge blood, in fact, they looked like they were intentionally splashing into it at times as they cackled in delight. Not even a full three minutes later, there were twenty bodies on the floor scattered throughout the alley. The whole time, Eliot was ensnared by the person in the blue cloak, like their every breath was a gift from a God. Before Eliot knew it, their bodies were close enough to feel each other’s breathing and he got a good look at her face. All he could see before was her pale hands when they exited the cloak. She had skin white as snow with blonde hair and blue eyes, Eliot could see the fancy clothing that peaked from the folds of the cloak.

“A noble? Actually, why does she look so familiar?” were Eliot’s first thoughts. The girl looked just as dazzled as Eliot as they locked eyes for close to a minute before the girl spoke.

“Why am I so attracted to you?” said the girl without thinking. Even though Eliot had the same thoughts, he was caught off guard with the forwardness of this assassin.

Suddenly, the girl turned crimson and stepped back while saying, “Did I just say that out loud?”. The flustered girl seamlessly transitioned into an Arcane Art before disappearing from Eliot’s view.

“Wait! Come back!” Eliot exclaimed, unfortunately, the girl was already too far away to hear him.

Eliot was flummoxed beyond belief and the only thought running through his head was, "what the abyss was that?" In another valley, not too far away from the one Eliot was in, Ellulia was in a similar position as Eliot, with a red complexion.

“My body feels like it's on fire!” she thought as she tore off her cloak and revealed the attire of a noble with an intricate crest on her chest. Any one who has spent any considerable time in the metropolis would recognize that crest, after all the crest belonged to the Crucible kingdom's royal family. In fact, if anyone was there in that alley way, they wouldn’t just recognize the crest, they would know the face of the princess and second in line to the throne. After several minutes of deep breaths, Ellulia Crucible finally calmed herself and swore in frustration.

“Damnit, why is this happening? He was supposed to be an easy target that just arrived, but no, he’s actually a mage, then he goes and makes friends with my brother, then, he pissed off a powerful noble, now I’m attracted to him!” she ranted. She couldn't contain her anger and lashed out at the wall, her fist left a deep imprint and a spider web of cracks snaked through the wall. With her annoyance somewhat sated, she donned her cloak and returned to the castle before anyone could notice she was missing.

“Who is Eliot Relius? Despite all of this... it's going to feel better than anything else when I finally kill him,” Ellulia thought as she jumped across rooftops. Meanwhile, Eliot was searching the bodies of the assassins that attacked him. They didn’t have much on them, the only valuables were the dagger with a paralysis engravement and a jacket that Eliot thought looked cool. It was black with a high reaching collar that had a fluffy material on top, with a low sweeping tail coat. Eliot thought it fit with his general style while the fluff complimented his white hair. After Eliot calmed down and rationally thought about it, he realized that he was surprisingly weak. It's true that he was against twenty other trained assassins that surprised him, but this was the first time Eliot was in a situation where he was completely helpless, he was only able to barely survive because he had a mysterious and powerful benefactor that assisted him. Eliot had been able to handle himself in every other confrontation he had experienced, so even though it was unreasonable to be able to resolve this situation himself, Eliot still felt he should have been able to. That girl had, after all, but Eliot knew that she was a special case and was still confused about what to think when it came to her. Eliot clenched his fist and swore that he would be ready next time as a raging fire of resolve was lit in his heart. Despite the attempt on his life, Eliot still had things to do and his plan of action didn’t change much. The only change was the amount of questions he would ask.

By the time Eliot was on his way back to his dorm, he had done everything he wanted. With some swindling, Eliot got his hands on a spell that copies materials, he also got pertinent information. The assassins were wearing a crest that depicted a dagger with a snake coiled around it, that was the mark of an infamous, underground assassin guild that carried out big assassinations, usually for nobles or people with a large amount of funds. Eliot surmised that he probably got on someone’s nerves with the big splash he had made in the school at orientation and dueling the prince directly after, but he had no idea why anyone would go as far as to put out a hit on him. The last piece of information, and most important, was who the girl was. She’s known as Beelzebub. She is the most infamous criminal in the history of the metropolis, a serial killer that kills for enjoyment and frequently toys with the guard. Eliot was shocked when he heard that, from her appearance, Beelzebub was a noble and not much older than Eliot. If people found out that a noble was running around as an indiscriminate serial killer that killed everyone from the first prince, to commoners, there would be an uproar.