Modir stood up, unable to resist studying the distinguished woman before him with even greater curiosity and seriousness. In her very pale blue eyes and snow-like hair, he could indeed see traces of himself. Yet he still could not remember. He could not remember his surname, his experiences when he was young, whether he had ever had a family or descendants, or even where he had stopped and lived throughout his life. He could only guess at the identity of this "Victoria" before him and ask tentatively, "How long have you been looking for me?"
"...Six centuries." Duchess Victoria hesitated for less than a second before finally making up her mind to give him the answer.
Modir's expression instantly froze, as if he had just heard some fantastical tale. Only after a long while did the corner of his mouth twitch as he stared at the "descendant" before him. "How long did you say?!"
"Strictly speaking, it has been five hundred and seventy-two years. Not quite six centuries, but not far off," Victoria said, drawing a soft breath. She knew how unimaginable this fact must sound to someone who had lost his memories, but she had come here today to unravel the mysteries surrounding her family ancestor. Other than the taboo matter of the "surname," it was best not to hide too much. "Ancestor, I'm afraid even you do not know how long you have wandered this world."
"How is that possible?!" Modir suddenly raised his voice, pointing at himself in shock. "Six centuries, six... I..."
Halfway through, the old man abruptly fell silent. His expression changed rapidly, and Victoria immediately grew concerned. Yet before she could speak to comfort him, the old man suddenly frowned, pinched his beard with one hand, and looked thoughtful. "But then again... six hundred