The political struggles among the royal family were beyond his control as a Magnus level mage.
The decision-making power lay entirely with Lucas, and Velrik could only bow his head obediently in Astrid's presence, not daring to show any overt defiance.
"Really?" Astrid raised her hand to her smooth, snow-white chin, her gaze sharpening. "Then please, Mr. Velrik, dig it up and show me."
On her way here, Astrid had asked Elise to probe the ground beneath their feet once more.
This time, the head maid mentioned finding something unusual, something curled up but unlike the bones of a sheep.
Velrik's body stiffened at Astrid's request, and a bitter smile tugged at the corner of his lips.
"Is Your Highness joking? It's late, and such sights could easily give you nightmares."
Seeing Velrik's reluctance to reveal the truth, Astrid abandoned her earlier hope and spoke with an even colder tone.