Chapter 90: 5/11 Western Fantasy

Owen Di gritted his teeth: “Oh, really? Then let me con-gra-tu-late you!” The single dog Owen Di expressed his hatred for those couples who always flaunted their love in front of him! How about he retaliates against society, huh?

Kurle still wore an incredibly bright smile, saying nothing, as if completely oblivious to Owen Di’s anger. Owen Di took a deep breath to calm his slightly agitated emotions.

Owen Di: Calm down, calm down, calm down. I won’t stoop to Kurle’s level—that smiling tiger with a belly full of black water!

Finally composed, Owen Di grew curious about Kurle’s partner: “By the way, Kurle, who’s the lucky one you’ve found?” Who on earth has nerves thick enough to tolerate a little rascal like you? Owen Di couldn’t hide his curiosity.

Kurle, as if missing the sarcasm, pulled Davist over and introduced him to Owen Di: “Uncle Owen Di, this is my boyfriend, and my lifelong partner, Davist Androsser. Dav, this is Uncle Owen Di.”

Davist would eventually have to interact with Kurle’s social circle. It was better to ease him in gradually rather than overwhelm him all at once.

Davist understood Kurle’s thoughtful intentions. Though uncomfortable under Owen Di’s gaze, his ears twitched slightly, turning red, but he showed no intention of backing away: “Hello, Uncle Owen Di. I’m Davist Androsser.”

“Androsser… a half-elf…” Owen Di stared at Davist, seemingly lost in memories of the past, his gaze distant and unfocused.

Kurle was puzzled: “Uncle Owen Di?”

Owen Di snapped back to reality, giving Davist a complicated look before speaking earnestly to Kurle: “Kurle, once you’ve chosen someone, protect them well. Don’t hurt them, don’t hide or deceive them over trivial matters, and don’t damage the bond between you. I bless you both.”

Kurle smiled happily: “Yes, Kurle will remember. Thank you, Uncle Owen Di.”

Owen Di nodded and changed the subject: “Ah, I originally wanted to share some fun news with your godfather and the others, but since they’re busy, I won’t disturb them.”

Kurle tactfully avoided pressing further. After all, Owen Di had lost his beloved, and even after all these years, his heart had never truly healed. Kurle had no intention of reopening that unhealed wound, nor was he the type to derive pleasure from others’ pain.

Thus, Kurle played along: “Oh? What kind of interesting news has made Uncle Owen Di so happy? Even if my godfather isn’t here, could this junior have the honor of hearing it?”

“Haha, of course. Kurle, you and your little boyfriend can listen together and have a good laugh.” Given their close relationship, Owen Di saw no reason to hide anything—it wasn’t a big deal anyway. Out of respect for Davist’s resemblance to *that person* and his connection to Kurle, Owen Di decided to include them both.

It wasn’t anything major—just that the Lexi brothers had somehow stumbled into the Dark Church’s trump card, the Shadowed Forest, and even managed to reach the depths of the Ghost Valley.

Keep in mind that Ostianro and Orvia were wanted criminals of the Lumian Empire, the largest and only human empire. The weight of the Lumian Empire’s influence was significant even among other races, let alone the Dark Church. Even though Owen Di, as the Pope, wasn’t particularly hands-on, he’d still heard whispers of the empire’s bounty on the brothers.

Their actions were so extreme that even the Dark Church found them hard to stomach.

While the Dark Church was indeed more unrestrained and flamboyant than the Light Church, they still had their own rules and principles. The Lexi brothers, however, had long discarded all principles and boundaries for their selfish desires and gains.

One would assume that after committing so many crimes, they’d flee far away, hiding in some remote corner under false names. Yet, against all expectations, the brothers had the audacity to waltz into the Shadowed Forest and even attempt to infiltrate the Ghost Valley.

The Shadowed Forest was the Dark Church’s secret stronghold, and the Ghost Valley was their sacred ground. Even high-ranking members of the Dark Church rarely entered, and when they did, it was with the utmost reverence. Now, these two wanted criminals dared to brazenly trespass and defile their sanctuary? Unforgivable!

So, the Dark Church set up layers of traps, toying with the brothers in the forest while simultaneously contacting the Lumian Empire to hurry up and send someone to take them away.

Owen Di pulled out a small magic mirror, giving Davist and Kurle a real-time “entertaining” view of the events unfolding in the Shadowed Forest.

Owen Di tsked: “These brothers may be despicable, but their loot is impressive. Look at all the treasures they’ve got—enough to make anyone green with envy.”

Kurle shrugged: “If they hadn’t hoarded so much, they probably wouldn’t have gotten this far.”

In fact, if not for their wealth, they wouldn’t have even made it to where they were now. They’d have been captured long ago, locked up with their family, with no chance to roam free.

Owen Di nodded approvingly at Kurle’s logic, but just as he was about to speak, a familiar figure flashed across the mirror.

So familiar it made his heart ache, his eyes sting, and his mind question if he’d slipped into a dream.

It was *him*—the one etched into his soul, unforgettable for eternity. Overwhelmed, Owen Di abruptly shut off the magic mirror. Staring at his own reflection in the now-ordinary glass, he stood frozen, unsure what to say or do.

Finally, Owen Di sprang into action, hastily gathering his things to head to the Light Church.

He *needed* to see him. The thought consumed Owen Di’s mind, uncontrollable and urgent.

Meanwhile, under the guidance of the Pope and his husband, Anxiula sought out Kurle and Davist, presenting them with design blueprints: “Come take a look—which one do you like? Though we can handle most things, this *is* your wedding. You should at least weigh in with some opinions!”

Though puzzled by Owen Di’s sudden disconnection, the two dismissed it as unimportant and focused on the wedding preparations under Anxiula’s urging.

A few days later, Owen Di arrived at the Light Church and sought out the Light Pope.

The Light Pope was baffled by his friend’s sudden, unannounced appearance—haggard and visibly distraught: “Owen Di? What brings you here so abruptly? Is something wrong?”

But Owen Di had no mind for explanations. His eyes welled up as he locked onto the figure that had haunted his dreams: “Not a dream… not a dream, it’s *real*!”

Anxiula, too, was stunned. After all these years, here stood the one he’d yearned for, loved, and missed endlessly.

At last, the long-separated lovers, now mature and steady, could sit down and calmly unravel the misunderstandings of the past.

Back then, Anxiula had been a naive, inexperienced half-elf, full of passion when he met Owen Di. Young and lovestruck, he’d fallen hard—but inexperience and a cascade of misunderstandings led to heartbreak. A moment of carelessness left him betrayed, tumbling off a cliff.

Miraculously, Anxiula survived, rescued by a wandering elf who nursed him back from the brink of death. But his injuries were severe—years in a coma left him disabled, and by the time he awoke, the world had moved on without him.

Heartbreak is the hardest wound to heal. With no desire to venture out again, Anxiula chose to stay in that remote elven village, living a quiet life.

That rescuing elf? Davist’s mother. And that’s why, when baby Davist appeared in the village, Anxiula adopted and raised him with care.

Unable to repay Davist’s mother directly, he poured his gratitude into raising her child.

Yet fate had other plans. Years later, Davist’s journey brought Anxiula out of seclusion—straight into the arms of the love he’d never forgotten. Layer by layer, the old misunderstandings dissolved, and the long-lost lovers reunited.

Watching Anxiula’s radiant smile, Davist happily threw himself into Kurle’s arms: “I’m so glad Godfather Anxiula is happy.” Though not related by blood, their bond was as close as family. Now that Davist had found love, he wished nothing less for Anxiula.