But the Count was ignored all the more, as the butler and the priest went to work. Using Adler's unique insight into structural design and the priest's delicate hand at carving and finishing, a throne was born—beautiful and eerie, forged from silver and bone harvested from the monsters and mercenaries. These remains were boiled together with what Krael assumed to be the essence of the Silver Star—a silvery liquid, unassuming, from which he felt nothing special. But that was expected.
A mortal may never realize they sleep beside gods—simply because they were mortal. The same applied to the Count.
His existence was not strong enough to perceive the complexities of creation, so he could not feel anything from this so-called Essence of the Silver Star.
