Chapter 121: Was I Picked Up from A Trash Heap? (2/2)

Or would a simple mouthful of spit suffice?

Nonetheless, Angora stopped himself from something so rude thanks to his noble upbringing, but his face had clearly betrayed his thoughts.

As the saying goes: with old age comes wisdom—after Horan’s years playing the role of the Silver Eagle Duke who kept every noble within the north in line and following his every command to the letter, there was no chance he couldn’t guess what Angora was thinking.

“Very good. You didn’t answer me with a punch to the face, and that tells me you are much calmer than your elder brother.” The old man praised Angora, but the latter was unmoved. Horan could also clearly see that he would turn and walk away at any given moment, and as such stopped trying to give a long-winded curtain-raiser as well.

“The reason I’ve asked to speak to you in private is because your roots shouldn’t be exposed… or, at least, to certain people who are particularly obsessed.”

“My roots…”

Angora blinked in disbelief.

‘Hold up, was I really picked up from the trash heap?’

“Do you know who your mother is?” The old man asked.

“Didn’t you forbid me from asking?” Angora replied, upset.

In public, Horan had always insisted that Angora was a child from doing the deed with a handmaiden. Angora himself had been curious who his mother was, even discreetly observing every handmaiden in the castle to seek her out, although his search proved fruitless.

“Now’s the right time to tell you.” The old man was pleased that Angora’s was curious despite looking upset. “Have you heard of Tierra?”

“I-I have…”

Angora gulped. He had trouble answering because he simply didn’t expect to hear that name from his own father.

Naturally, he couldn’t tell Horan that not only did he know about Tierra, but the last member of their royal family was also quietly building the base for an army just beneath Lancaster with the help of Angora’s own subjects…

“That’s quite long ago—I’m surprised that you know.” Nonetheless, the old man became serious. “You must not tell anyone what I’m about to tell you. The reason I brought you here is to keep this a secret. Understand?”

“Okay.”

Angora quickly nodded and promised, and so the old man told him a secret that he had buried for years.

“Tierra had fallen after several nations besieged it at the same time. Almost none were left of its royal family, with most of them dying in the war—even the branch family did not do well after they were caught. Your mother… was the youngest sister of Yakaran the Eleventh, the King of Tierra at the time, and a princess in her own right.”

“Her name was Clare Yakaran. I was also young and vigorous back then, which is why I thought nothing of offering her shelter. There was also the fact that Cecil and Edmund’s mother had passed away for two years, and as the loneliness became unbearable… ahem.”

Angora was petrified.

Just then, he remembered Leah, the princess of war who was smiling like a queen in the midst of the battlefield, and that mental image of Leah overlapped with the mother whom he never met.

It was not only Angora—even Xi Wei who was watching from his Divine Kingdom was stunned by that secret.

At first, he was thinking that he was simply picking a lord whose land was just outside the Valley of the Tragic Dead, only to realize afterward that he had unwittingly drawn all the royals of Tierra into his faction in one fell swoop.

Xi Weixi could not help seeing that destiny was on his side, that it desired the Players to restore Tierra…