The hallway was quiet again once Alfons stepped onto the circular platform and descended out of sight. Only the soft hum of mana crystals remained, pulsing faintly against the marble walls.
Zafira broke the silence first, her voice calm but carrying that usual curiosity of hers.
"How did it go… the funeral of your uncle Mordrek?"
Trafalgar turned toward her, exhaling slowly. "Fine, I guess. I'm not really sure what to tell you. Imagine over a hundred Morgains under one roof, all staring at me like I was the centerpiece."
He gave a humorless smile. "Let's just say I didn't enjoy it."
Zafira tilted her head slightly. "Hm. Let me guess — because of Euclid?"
"Exactly," he said. "It's one of our family's main territories, and the fact that they gave it to me still feels… strange."
She folded her arms, a faint grin playing on her lips. "You earned it. Besides, what other choice did they have?"
