The one which Enigma used, the one she said she was born with.
'But she isn't even a Palarin, is she?'
Varian titled his head in confusion. Enigma, Sia, and Isadora—they were created—to be the perfect hybrid of three origins.
Baldur didn't know this secret. But he did know something else.
"I've been hearing about Princess Isadora all my life. Even though I look like this, I am not 500 years old yet." Baldur pointed to his face and said with a depreciating smile.
'…You're older than my great-great-great grandmother!'
Varian didn't smile back.
Sighing that even his self-derisive joke was a failure like him, Baldur continued. "I only know about her legendary feats and that she has a very, very powerful natal treasure. But I learned on accident that she didn't even belong to Palarin race.