As a member of the Bartleion family, Eleanor had fantasized countless times about a day like this.
She had dreamed that, after a long period of forbearance and secretly accumulating power, she would finally step onto the stage of Glostit to bring down blood and fire as punishment upon the Mosgla family, her family's sworn enemy.
But she was also very clear that it was just a fantasy.
Given the current state of the Bartleion family, it was absolutely impossible to overthrow a Marquis Family with a Fifth Rank Legend sitting at its head.
Even if she spent her whole life trying, even if she offered her soul to the Evil God, it would be impossible.
So, although she didn't say it out loud, deep down inside, Eleanor had somewhat resigned herself to her fate.
Before Lynn returned, she even felt that she wouldn't be able to survive to see her coming of age ceremony, let alone see her brother again.
That's what she should have thought.