The Magic-guided Vehicle continued to move smoothly along the wide street leading to the Obsidian Palace.
The brightness brought by the Magic Crystal Street Lamp swept past the window from outside.
The seat beside him was deserted, with no trace of anyone ever having been there; it seemed as if the car had only ever housed two people—the Trusted Retainer driving and the Imperial Duke wielding significant power.
Duke Ferdinand's expression was somber, his magical power permeated outward yet failed to detect any residual Dark Wave, not even any lingering trace of life. He glanced at the Attendant in the front seat, who seemed unaware of what had just occurred but sensed the master's gaze upon him, thus asked, "Sir, has something happened?"
"...No, nothing." Duke Ferdinand said deeply, simultaneously reaching out to touch the seat beside him—the leather seat was icy cold, lacking even the warmth that a human presence would leave.
