The Temple of Azraelle III
"Even if it's just been months I've worked with him. I disagree with his work style. It's destructive to his own body," Duke Louis said. "He worked at a young age, and I know how much he pushes himself for his parents' sake."
Emelia didn't expect her father to say so many things about Elliot and couldn't help but agree with him. Not getting proper sleep nor eating proper meals. And he's the one telling Emelia to eat well when he's not.
"Do what you think is right," Duke Louis said, bringing out something from his pocket, which was a locket. She opens the locket, and in it, she sees a picture of a beautiful woman and a man who looked like Elliot. "I cannot fulfill their wishes because I don't know how to. But if it's you. You might do it."
A wish? Emelia asked herself. As much as she knew about her father's relations with the late emperor, they had no connections at all. Unless it was made intentional that they didn't know each other.