"It might not have been the House of the Deceased, perhaps Your Majesty constructed some of your stuff and restored your inscriptions. Then, someone thought these inscriptions were mystical and could be seen on many things, and hence stole and used them," explained Negris.
This was the most logical conjecture.
Durken's gaze flickered: "Across another world, and I still run into a clan using my imprint as their emblem, it must be the arrangement of the god of destiny. I'll go look for them."
Negris retorted with a scoff, "Perhaps they are not the ones using the emblem but the ones who have wiped out the clan of the emblem and usurped it?"
In Lightning's absence, it became apparent to everyone that the second-most sarcastic person was the Bronze Dragon.
Durken drew out his cloak and wore it. Then, he wrapped it around himself and disappeared. Subsequently, an invisible giant foot kicked Negris and sent him tumbling into a nearby flower pot.
