Hearing Victoria's answer, Modir seemed considerably reassured, and a relieved smile even appeared on his face. Though Victoria was still merely a stranger he had met not long ago, the words "descendant" had nevertheless left some indescribable mark in the heart of this old mage who so often lost his memories. As for Victoria... her feelings were far more complicated.
But no matter what, it was good enough that she had managed to muddle through with that topic. The Duchess of the Northern Territory, who always appeared shrewd, capable, mature, and steady before others, felt an unprecedented sense of helplessness at that moment.
"I came here... not only to acknowledge you, but also to learn about your condition," Victoria said after inwardly breathing a sigh of relief. She immediately took control of the conversation, lest the atmosphere she had finally stabilized slip once more in a direction beyond her control. "I learned from the dragons about some of the things that happened to you... such as your confused and missing memories, as well as brief spells of mental disorientation. This may be related to what you experienced six hundred years ago..."
"Six hundred years ago..." Modir could not help muttering softly, his expression complicated. "Even though I said that just now, I still find it hard to believe. Six hundred years... Going by what you said, I have practically lived from the early days of Ansu's founding until now. Have I really spent all those years wandering around in a daze...?"
"There have been ancient people who survived for centuries, and miracles of resurrection have already appeared. In the Supernatural Domain, there will inevitably be things that defy common sense," Victoria said softly. "As a legendary powerhouse, it is not impossible to imagine that you experienced something back then that