At his question, the atmosphere became even more tense. His Majesty didn't answer him, which Rave already anticipated. What happened that year was quite a scandal—and yet it was also the most kept secret in the Empire. It caused a huge uproar before quietly dissipating like smoke, as if it were a nightmare that everyone tried to forget.
Even the last Emperor himself only knew so much, and Spade's not being informed about it wasn't unusual for him. And Rave admitted to himself that the organization, even with his years of investigation, never found anything important.
"What do you know about what happened that year?" The deep voice and a natural tone exuded authority rang in the air, solemn, and demanded everyone's full attention.
Rave couldn't help but swallow to moisten his slightly dry throat as he clasped his hands tightly together. He might have been maintaining a calm expression on the surface, but his emotions were already tense and surging.
