But the girl didn’t seem to hear a word Illiya said. She had completely fallen into her own thoughts.
Her nose twitched again as she frowned deeply, trying to figure out why this person in front of her slled so familiar.
Familiar... so familiar that it felt like she was slling herself.
Herself?!
Suddenly, she realized sothing—she’d forgotten sothing important.
She had been out for so long, and now she finally understood why she hadn’t seen her sister yet!
With a long breath of relief, the girl looked at Eoryun again, a trace of bla in her eyes. "I was wondering why your scent felt so familiar—so it turns out you’re not actually human."
Eoryun once again: ???
Eoryun snapped, "Why is this a personal attack again?! How am I not human?!"
The girl clearly didn’t take Eoryun’s little outburst to heart. She calmly soothed him like it was all no big deal, "It’s my fault. I should’ve co looking for you the mont I left seclusion. That’s on ."
"But even if I didn’t find you right away, you didn’t have to get so mad that you changed your gender, right?"
Eoryun: ????
Since when did he not only stop being human, but also switch genders?
Please, stop slandering him like this!
Illiya and the others: ???!!!
That was so serious drama!
Who would’ve thought that the noble Young Master Eoryun had such a wild backstory.
As things started to spiral further out of control, Illiya and the group wisely decided to retreat.
They quickly found an inn to settle in, and after shutting the door and placing a soundproofing spell on the room, they finally felt safe.
Eoryun was by far the most emotionally devastated one.
His day had been... tumultuous, to say the least.
Gripping the girl’s hand, Eoryun pleaded with despair in his voice, "Please stop talking. So things just shouldn’t be said. I don’t even know you, and you don’t know . Please don’t spread rumors about . I’m begging you, big boss!"
It was the most pitiful he’d ever been.
The girl shook off his hand and reached out, sowhat clumsily, to ruffle Eoryun’s hair."How could I not recognize you? Aren’t you my younger sister?"l
"I would never mistake my own sister!" she said with unshakable confidence.
Eoryun finally caught on and couldn’t help but feel both amused and helpless.
Seeing the completely defeated look on Eoryun’s face, Illiya quickly interrupted the girl. "Eoryun is one hundred percent male. He has never undergone any kind of gender change. He’s only in his twenties, and his age doesn’t match yours at all. This is our first ti coming to the Nubilian Union."
Just in case the girl didn’t know what that was, Illiya added, "This is our first ti
in your holand."
The girl froze, then the realization hit her like a bolt of lightning. Her entire face turned bright red, resembling a ripe tomato.
"Ah, so you’re not my little sister after all. No wonder you look like a human—you really are a human."
Eoryun felt as if an arrow had struck him in the chest once again, his heart aching sharply.
He sighed, exhausted, and said, "...You’ve finally realized that, huh."
But there was still sothing that puzzled the girl. "If you’re not my sister, then why do you have her scent on you?"
Eoryun replied weakly, "How would I know?!"
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Illiya, who had been listening nearby, slowly ford a hypothesis in his mind.
"Eoryun, do you still rember the notes left behind by the master of that secret realm?"
The topic had changed too abruptly, and Illiya didn’t follow at first.
"Huh?"
Illiya asked again, "The notes. Your illness."
Eoryun scratched his head. "Yeah, I rember. It said I was so kind of atavism, and told to look through the family genealogy."
Seeing he’d hit the mark, Illiya beca excited and stood up. "Did you check the genealogy?"
"I did," Eoryun nodded. He wasn’t a fool, after all—he’d already begun to suspect sothing.
"If I count upward through my family tree..." Eoryun paused and tried counting, only to find he couldn’t keep track, so he skipped ahead, "Anyway, it’s many generations ago. My great-many-tis-great-grandfather’s generation—they were actually from the Nubilian Union. They used to live in this region."
"And my great-many-tis-great-grandfather’s wife—she was apparently a mber of the beastkin race. The records didn’t specify what kind exactly, just ntioned that she loved the sea."
The girl beca visibly excited. "I love the sea too! I live in it! Maybe I knew your great-many-tis-great-grandmother!"
"What was her na?" she asked quickly.
Eoryun thought hard, his tone uncertain. "I think it was Tessa Redmoor?"
"Tessa Redmoor? Are you sure?" The girl froze in shock when she heard the na. "I’m Tiana Redmoor. And my little sister’s na is Tessa Redmoor!"
Tiana and Eoryn stared at each other, a mind-blowing idea forming in both their minds.
Tiana’s thoughts: So this is my little sister’s many-tis-great-grandson? Then what should I call him?
Eoryun’s thoughts: She’s the older sister of my many-tis-great-grandmother? Then what should I call her?
Eoryun and Tiana stared at each other silently at each other for a long mont.
Then, as if by unspoken agreent, they both looked away and pretended the other didn’t exist.
Help. Their familial relationship was so distant it barely qualified as one at all—so distant, in fact, that they could almost be considered strangers.
Eoryun felt a long-buried fear resurface, one he associated with being surrounded by a swarm of relatives during holiday gatherings.
Why, even after arriving in a fantasy world, did he still have to endure this kind of suffering?
Reality always had a way of giving people a little surprise when they least expected it.
This suddenly appearing many-generations-removed relative had Eoryun thoroughly conflicted.
Was she not a relative? But she was. Was she one? But they were so distantly related it was practically irrelevant.
Unfortunately, among the continent’s special races, lineage was determined not by the number of generations separating two people, but by blood.
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