Felix's calm demeanor wavered slightly. There was no way he could stay composed when Francis was brought into the conversation.

After all, he had already witnessed Francis' incredible abilities—extending someone's lifespan and the sheer power of the Inkspire Quill. It was impossible not to be intrigued.

Despite his growing curiosity, Felix kept his tone light, almost teasing, as he asked, "Mr. Rossum, isn't this a bit of a stretch? A piece of land tied to someone from so long ago? Are you saying this land once belonged to Francis?"

"No, no, Mr. Zeller, I'm telling the truth! You seem well-educated, so you must know history well. You're aware that historical records say Francis had no descendants in Dragonia, right?"

Felix nodded. "Yes, given the circumstances back then, he wouldn't dare. Even if he did, King Aurelius would have taken them as hostages."

Paul let out a bitter laugh. "You're absolutely right. But somehow, he did have descendants. Francis hid them so well that eve