There was only silence in the place where four representative figures of the empire were gathered.

“…..”

Ian, Viscount Moraine, and Raven gazed at Duke Arangis without saying anything. However, Duke Arangis was only paying attention to Raven.

‘Youthful. Or rather, he is young…’

He had thought as such after seeing Duke Pendragon for the first time outside the residence, but the thought still occupied his mind. An age close to twenty was the height of one’s life. He himself had also been full of confidence and caused many accidents when he was around that age. As such, he was even more amazed by Duke Pendragon.

‘As the Nameless Necromancer mentioned… Is it because you have actually traveled back in time?’

It would explain the calm atmosphere that Duke Pendragon was emitting – it was something unbefitting his youthful age. If that were the case, who was he really, and how old was he?

Duke Arangis suddenly became curious, but he could not ask. It was obvious that he would be treated as insane. While having such thoughts, Duke Arangis gazed at Raven...