Suddenly, Davist remembered something and asked Kuerle curiously, “Kuerle, since you were adopted by your foster father, do you know who your biological parents were?”
Kuerle shrugged and spread his hands. “I don’t know the specifics, but it doesn’t matter. Since they abandoned me, I don’t have any strong desire to find them. Anyway, both my foster fathers treat me so well—I don’t lack any familial love.”
Davist nodded and didn’t press further, though his expression turned somber. “But I really want to find my parents and ask them why they didn’t want me.” They had left their hometown together to travel the world for each other, so why had they abandoned him, the crystallization of their love?
If their relationship had fallen apart, why hadn’t his mother taken him back to their hometown instead of leaving him alone outside of it?
Seeing Anxiula and Owen Di so happily reunited, Davist suddenly wanted an answer—he didn’t know why, but the longing was there.
Kuerle patted Davist’s shoulder and kissed him. “Dav, don’t be sad. You still have me, and I’ll always be with you from now on. If you want to find your biological parents, that’s fine—I’ll help you look for them.”
Davist buried himself in Kuerle’s embrace. “Thank you, Kuerle. You’re so good to me. Meeting you is the greatest happiness of my life.”
Davist was Anxiula’s adopted son, and Owen Di naturally loved him by extension—his beloved and Davist had a strong bond, and he and his beloved were partners. By that logic… he had achieved the perfect life: a loving partner and a child in his arms!
Since Davist wanted to find his parents, Owen Di wouldn’t stand idly by. Both the Light and Dark Churches mobilized, and in the end, they uncovered quite a bit. The final investigation results left everyone in a daze—what had started as a simple search for Davist’s parents had turned into a massive, convoluted mess.
Davist’s parents had actually passed away many years ago, but their deaths were the result of foul play. The culprit was none other than Davist’s father’s twin brother—the current head of the Lexi family, who had already been imprisoned, and the father of Ostianlo and Orvia.
To explain this, we must start from the birth of Davist’s father and his younger brother.
Back then, the Lexi family was a vast and powerful clan. Though the family still held a dukedom and its territory wasn’t insignificant, its influence had been declining over the years. However, several successive heads of the Lexi family hadn’t been overly ambitious, content with modest prosperity.
To them, the pursuit of wealth and power was endless and exhausting, while the happiness of family was precious and worth cherishing.
Under their leadership, though the Lexi family continued its decline, the atmosphere within the household remained warm and harmonious.
But this peaceful, happy family was suddenly struck by misfortune—
Davist’s grandfather had twin sons: the elder was Davist’s father, and the younger was the father of Ostianlo and Orvia. The elder was warm, sunny, kind, and handled all matters with grace—an excellent heir. The younger, perhaps because he was born later and was physically weaker, became the family’s most doted-upon child.
Despite the family’s harmony, the younger brother’s mindset began to shift.
In his eyes, the elder brother controlled his own destiny and was destined to inherit their father’s position of power and prestige, while he was doomed to be a weak, pitiable dependent, living off others’ pity and charity.
Though they were twin brothers, the gap between them was enormous. The younger brother’s resentment and bitterness grew, and he became convinced that the family elders were biased and looked down on him.
Yet the younger brother never noticed—or perhaps refused to acknowledge—that he lived comfortably at home, spoiled and pampered, getting whatever he wanted without pressure. The elder brother, on the other hand, bore the weight of the entire family’s expectations.
To gain something, one must lose something. The elder brother’s future inheritance of the family leadership meant sacrificing his freedom to shoulder immense responsibilities.
But the younger brother didn’t see it that way. To him, it was all just unfairness imposed by fate. So he grew darker, scheming in secret to steal the family leadership from his brother.
The family took the matter of succession lightly. The elder brother believed that if his younger brother won, it meant he was more suited for the role—so he willingly stepped aside.
Coincidentally, the elder brother’s dream had always been to become a wandering mercenary, traveling to every beautiful corner of the world. So he happily let his younger brother take the position, packed his bags, and set off to pursue his dreams.
But the younger brother, now burdened with responsibility, grew dissatisfied again. He saw his brother’s concession as pity and condescension, wounding his fragile ego. Watching his brother roam freely and enjoy the world’s beauty while he was stuck with paperwork only deepened his hatred and envy.
Later, the elder brother met Davist’s mother—a beautiful, kind, gentle, and cheerful elf—and fell in love at first sight. As they spent more time together, their feelings deepened.
They married, held a wedding at home, and then set off to explore every corner of the continent together.
Originally, the elf couple had wanted to invite friends and family from their quiet village to the wedding, but the younger brother, already nursing dark schemes, skillfully talked them out of it. As a result, the village elves didn’t attend, and Davist never learned his father’s true identity.
Later, the beautiful elf became pregnant. Overjoyed, Davist’s father, swayed by his younger brother’s sweet words, brought his wife home to prepare for the baby’s arrival. But in his excitement, he failed to notice the strange atmosphere in the household.
Though he asked his brother where the rest of the family had gone, he was easily brushed off. After all, this was his twin brother, and his wife and unborn child occupied most of his attention. He didn’t notice the oddities in the house—or his brother’s growing malice.
By the time he realized, it was too late.
The younger brother, to secure his own power, had staged a coup. To eliminate any dissent or challenge to his rule, he had all his relatives killed—including his own brother.
Driven by years of petty jealousy, he didn’t even leave his brother’s body intact, reducing it to ashes and scattering them carelessly.
Then, the younger brother disguised himself as his elder brother and went to see the elf.
Yes, the younger brother had always been bitter. His own wife was (compared to an elf) plain and spoiled, while his brother had won the heart of a stunning, gentle, and obedient elf. Consumed by envy and the desire to take his brother’s place, he hatched a plan to assume his brother’s identity and claim the elf for himself.
But the younger brother conveniently forgot that he was the one who had insisted on marrying his wife despite her spoiled nature—because of her family’s prestigious background.
Had their wives been swapped, he would have just found another reason to resent his brother—like how his brother had a wife from a powerful family while he was stuck with a commoner who couldn’t aid his ambitions.
To his surprise, though the elf didn’t react outwardly, she immediately saw through his impersonation. After all, how could she not recognize the man she loved so deeply?
Learning of her husband’s death, the elf was heartbroken. She played along, lulling the younger brother into complacency, then fled with her child.
She took the baby to her hometown, entrusting him to her relatives and friends, before returning to where her husband’s ashes had been scattered. There, she ended her own life, using magic to turn her body into ashes so she could join her husband in death.
In life, they had traveled the world together. In death, their ashes would continue their journey, carried by the wind across every mountain, river, and land.
Furious at being deceived, the younger brother wanted to vent his rage by torturing elf slaves, but business matters kept him occupied. Had he known the elf’s hometown, he would have stormed it in retaliation.
Now, the hidden past and truth had been uncovered. Learning the fate of his parents, Davist couldn’t hold back his tears.
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