“Choose your next words carefully, Seeker,” Archduchess Xylda warned, her voice cold as death. “My son died nineteen years ago.” Gasping, Formosa quickly transmitted all the evidence Viatrix had gathered. “DNA test results, images, video footage, and a full synopsis of his life!” The oppressive pressure lifted slightly as the Archduchess rapidly scanned the data. “I apologize for speaking out of turn, Your Royal Highness,” Formosa continued, still panting. “But your son yet lives.” “Xavyer,” Archduchess Xylda murmured, retracting her aura altogether. “..my son.” For a long moment, she just
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