"He must have done something wicked. His parents were cursed to death because of him, and now even his own uncle doesn't want him. It's fate's punishment!"
"He simply doesn't have the blood-right. Why even fight for it? Accept your lot!"
I stood frozen in place like stone, my whole body trembling without cease.
How could this be?
How could this happen?
Great-uncle Eamon bore witness for someone he'd never met. Uncle Fenris's desperate determination when he made his mark. Entrusting his most secret blood-key to this stranger.
All the evidence proved Alaric Ravenhart was the lawful heir.
Who exactly was Alaric Ravenhart?
No—wait!
Something must have been overlooked.
My mind churned into chaos.
Just then, the rogue tracker sent me his investigation findings on Alaric Ravenhart.
I opened the message and read it, then suddenly lifted my head, my gaze locking onto Alaric like iron.
"Alaric Ravenhart, I know who you really are!"
