138 Older than your ancestor

"So he is out of the Capital?" 

Aries turned her head to her left, where Conan was walking. The latter was still fixing his disheveled hair while cursing Isaiah's name through his gritted teeth. 

"Uh, yes, apparently." He nodded, holding the stiff portion of his hair that was peeking out like a horn. She pressed her lips, tilting her head while rubbing her chin. 

"That's weird," she mumbled, treading carefully through the gravel path, connecting the Rose palace garden to the emperor's garden. "If it's important and His Majesty's presence is needed, why are you here?"

"Huh?" his brows rose, gazing at her and slowing down to match her pace. 

"Aren't you the sovereign's legal adviser? And the Duke of Fleure is his right-hand man?" She pointed out with innocence in her eyes. "Shouldn't you be there with him?"