14th September 1574
"So, what's in your envelope?"
Sitting down in one of the rooms that were built beside the train station of mine, I stared at the enclosed piece of paper that I held in my hands. Even with Elia's probing, I was quite hesitant to open it.
Thinking about this from external point of view, I had nothing to be stressed about. Not only I was already certain that I won't even take part in the elections, in fact, I already knew whose candidature I was going to support!
In the end, while I still thought that this one, mute candidate had any chance to fight for my support with Lew, during the short meeting that I had with him, all my delusions were dispersed. Outside of huge political talent to manipulate the course of the discussion, there wasn't almost anything that I could see in him as potentially profitable for the country.
