Chapter 238
“Voreoti will never let me live.”
Ironically, Remus was fully aware of his own situation.
And Probo strongly agreed with that sentiment. He had seen firsthand, countless times, that his lord and the young lady were fully determined to eradicate the Olor bloodline.
He thought Remus should count himself lucky if he got to keep breathing at all.
Remus shrugged, as if to say “See?”
“No matter how crazy the Imperial family is, there’s no way they’ve been studying northern superstitions for centuries since the founding without some reason.”
They must’ve had some kind of certainty if they were willing to pursue such madness for hundreds of years.
And Remus knew that that ‘certainty’ came from the contents of Ardea Bosgruni’s thesis.
“Did you know? The Imperial family had actually half-given up on the Northern Mountains.”
Then Ardea appeared and rekindled their long-standing obsession.
“That was only a hypothesis.”
Probo retorted. What Ardea had published was nothing more than a scholarly analysis of some regional oral folklore.