TVRTH [Book 1]

Chapter 171

Revenge (III), Part VIII

Translator: Khan

Editor Group: Liber Reverie

[His name is Chloe.

He was banished from the imperial family and has no family name, and he is thirty-seven years old. Known as the eldest son of Violet, who was the wife of Franz David, he grew up in the royal family but was later exiled from the empire with Violet, who was later found out that he was not David's biological son. That was seventeen years ago. His biological father is presumed to be a former lover of Violet, Marquis Piaast of the Kingdom of Croa, but it is impossible to confirm because they kept all the information secret. And the whereabouts of Violet and Chloe are unknown. I'm looking for a portrait. I'll let you know as soon as I get it.]

When he finished reading the report, he remembered a vague story.

'A long time ago, someone in the royal family fell in love with a foreign aristocratic woman at the first meeting, but it did not bear fruit because she had promised her life to someone. Although he had to give up, the royal man couldn't stop thinking about her and forced her to marry him.

Later, he lived happily with two children, but realized that one of them was an extramarital child of a woman's extramarital affair, he then kicked out his wife and son in anger and expelled them.'

'That was a true story. That's why the report arrived quickly.'

Although it was a while later, he seemed to have been involved in the case that had made a fuss in the imperial castle, so he seemed to be able to get information quickly. It was a shame that the garbage who had forced a woman to marry him even though she had already had her lover was part of the royal family. A sneer leaked through his tightly closed mouth.

A child made outside by a foreign aristocratic woman who had been married to a royal family! He grew up in a royal family, but in fact, he had nothing to do with the imperial family. Rather, he was born to his mother and father, who were nobles of the Kingdom of Croa.

Franz David.

That was the reason why he had died drunk all his life.

'What the hell does a man with such a complex background have to do with Lady Aria?'

Asher had heard that Frey, the eldest daughter of Franz David and Violet, had dressed Aria in the clothing of her brother, who had been deported with her mother. The portrait was still being sought, so he couldn't confirm it, but in dim memories of the past, he remembered that their faces looked alike. He had thought it was simply because of the resemblance in the face, but was there a deeper story? The puzzle seemed to be in order, but it didn't work out, creating wrinkles in the middle of his forehead.

'I'd better keep it secret until it's more certain.'

It would only increase her anxiety if he would let her know the lack of information because he was not yet sure how it related to Aria.

'It's hard to believe that time has gone like this.'

Before he knew it, the sun was completely gone and it was getting dark outside the window. The carriage, which no one else was riding on, had lost weight, so it was more likely to have arrived earlier than scheduled because it was a little faster. He had to wake Aria up quickly and get on the waiting wagon and get through the gate formally.

"Lady Aria, it's time for us to leave."

"..."

"Lady Aria?"

"..."

So he called Aria's name several times outside the door, but there was no answer. As she had said during the day, once she really fell asleep, she couldn't seem to wake up.