"What exactly is the problem here, Duke Glade?"
Vanitas could feel the immense pressure of mana spreading across the entire northern region. It was an unusual phenomenon. Its signature hinted at a leyline as the source.
Yet, even with that in mind, he couldn't ignore the uncertainty in his thoughts.
'This has never happened in the north before…'
He recalled several quests that had taken place in the region. None of them, however, had involved a dense mana imbalance of this scale. That meant this incident fell outside the scope of his given knowledge.
A quick search through the Spectacles confirmed it when nothing came up. Not even a single record.
Which meant only one thing.
'It's unique to this very moment.'
"I'll be frank with you, Marquess Astrea," Friedrich Glade began, seated across from him. "Lately, I've been hearing things."
"Things?"
"My late wife."
"…."
