Grand Duke Modir Wilde of the Northern Territory's mausoleum was merely a cenotaph; his ancestor's remains were not buried within. As Victoria had said, this was not exactly a strictly guarded secret, but neither was it something to be casually disclosed to the public.
No one would be bored—and foolish—enough to casually discuss the ancestral mausoleum of one of the Four Dukes. Nor would people pay attention to something destined to have little bearing on the lives of ordinary people. Whether in the old Ansu Era or the new Imperial Era, the royal family and great houses always had countless secrets and legends hidden behind heavy curtains. One truth among a hundred lies, that was all.
But Amber was clearly not one of those "ordinary people" who remained indifferent to such matters. After hearing Victoria's answer, she did not immediately respond to the other woman's further question. Instead, she rubbed her chin thoughtfully. "So it really is a cenotaph..."
Victoria gave Amber a quiet glance. "It seems you investigated this."
"Uh... I only looked into it a little," Amber said, immediately growing a little nervous as she waved her hands. "You know, it's part of my job... There are rumors that Grand Duke Modir Wilde, six hundred years ago, was ultimately unable to be buried in the family graveyard. During the final adventure of his life, he traveled far from Ansu and vanished into the depths of the vast world... But I only heard the rumor, that's all. You know how intelligence work is—unverified information can only be used as a reference. His Majesty told me to ask you to confirm this, so I still had to come and confirm it with you..."
Victoria paid no attention to what Amber continued muttering. Still wearing her usual cold expression, she spoke