Rosvisser's voice carried a faint, disbelieving tremor. Her fingertips tightened slightly, and even the air around her seemed to freeze a little.

At the sight of that, Leon's heart tightened. He quickly steadied her by the arm and asked with concern, "Rosvisser, who exactly are you talking about?"

"Sylvia."

Rosvisser slowly spoke the name. Complex emotions churned in her silver eyes—shock, wariness, and a heaviness even she herself had not noticed.

"Sylvia, the first Silver Dragon Queen."

Leon was stunned.

"The first Silver Dragon Queen? That would make her over a thousand years old by now, wouldn't it? She's still alive?"