"Ingrid, what year is it this year?"
"Uncle, which country's calendar are you using?"
"Nali."
Ingrid looked up at him and couldn't help but murmur,
"You're Nali, huh? Why do you look like such an old relic... It's just the beginning of this year, the fifth year of the Empress."
Fisher's eyes involuntarily flickered. He turned his head towards Ingrid in disbelief, and even Emhardt in his arms was so shocked that it poked its head out, looking Fisher in the eye.
When he left, Elizabeth had only been on the throne for about half a year, but now that he's back, she's been ruling for five years already. Had he been away for an entire four and a half years?
"This... how is this possible..."
"Uncle! What... what's that thing in your arms? It's so ugly..."
