But just as the two were about to return to their own homes, Horan suddenly approached them after making arrangements for Kinley.
"Father!" When Pompey saw his father, he immediately decided to complain to his younger brother.
But when Horan glanced at the flustered Pompey, he turned to Angora before he could say anything. "Angora, come with me. I have something to tell you. Pompey, you should return to the castle. "
Pompey, who had been aggressive just a moment ago, was left dumbstruck.
Angora glanced at Pompey before following him.
Watching as his father and brother disappeared around the corner, the gloom in Pompey's eyes almost materialized.
"If you won't give it to me, I'll take it myself …" He muttered quietly, cracking his neck before turning around and returning to his castle without looking back.
Angora followed Horan to his private study.
There were a total of three study rooms in the Silver Eagle Castle. Apart from one for Horan's office and one for public use, there was also one for Horan's private study. Unauthorized personnel were forbidden to enter, and the cleaning was done personally by the castle's chief steward. Even Angora, Horan's son, had never entered that room before.
When he was young, Angora had longed for that mysterious yet important room because only those who were important to his father could enter it.
Today, after entering this room, he suddenly realized: Ah, so this room that I yearned for when I was young is just an ordinary study room.
"Angora, do you know what I want to talk to you about?" Horan asked with his usual calm tone as he sat behind the wide ebony table. Having been a duke for so long, he knew very well that a lack of attitude would sometimes put more pressure on his subordinates.
"I don't know." But such pressure was nothing to a desireless Angora. If not for the fact that he had to find out who was trying to kill him, he would rather stay in the town and farm. That was why he shook his head straightforwardly.
"I've noticed that you and Pompey don't get along very well. Although there are conflicts as long as there are people, it's more important for brothers to live together. Edmund is dead, and you two are the only ones left of my sons. Some conflicts are completely unnecessary. What do you think?" Perhaps sensing that it wasn't good to treat his own son like a subordinate, Horan changed his attitude and spoke with a solemn tone.
Angora wanted to retort that he hadn't caused any trouble at all. It was Pompey who provoked him first, and he hadn't even seriously fought back yet …
But just as he was about to speak, he noticed that his father's hair, which had once been immeasurably imposing in his eyes, had turned white, and his handsome face was covered in wrinkles. His heart softened, and he answered reluctantly, "I know …"
As long as Pompey didn't come looking for trouble, I couldn't be bothered with him.
"No, you don't understand me."
The old man said slowly. "I know that you've grown up and are unwilling to serve Pompey, but I hope that you would serve him wholeheartedly for the sake of the Faust family. No matter what outrageous words he says or unreasonable requests he makes, you must try your best to accommodate him. "
"Wha …" Angora was completely stunned.
He had thought that his father was merely biased towards Pompey, and never thought that he would favor him to such an extent.
That was why Angora began to think of a more polite way to express to the old man that 'you picked me up from the streets, didn't you?'
Should he just spit in his face?
Angora's manners as a noble allowed him to restrain himself from doing something so rude, but his expression betrayed his thoughts.
As the saying goes, old age makes one wise. As the Silver Eagle Duke, Horan had been able to control all nobles in the North for so many years and had them listen to his orders obediently. How could he not know what Angora was thinking?
"Very good. You didn't greet my face with your fist, which means you're much calmer than your brother." The old man looked at Angora approvingly, but the latter was unmoved by his praise.
"The reason I'm asking this of you is that your birth must not be exposed … at least not to the eyes of those with ulterior motives." Seeing that Angora was about to turn around and leave at any moment, the old man finally stopped keeping him in suspense and spoke slowly.
"My birth …"
Angora blinked in disbelief. 'Could I really have been picked up from the streets?'
"Do you know who your mother is?" The old man asked.
"Haven't you never allowed me to ask?" Angora replied gloomily.
Horan had always claimed that Angora was the product of a one-night stand with a maidservant, and Angora had been curious about who his mother was when he was young, even secretly observing every maidservant in the castle in search of his mother. Naturally, he came up empty-handed. * * * *
"It's about time to tell you." The old man was very satisfied with Angora's gloomy and curious look. "Do you know Tierra?"
"I … I know a little …"
Angora, who did not expect to hear that name from his father, choked on his own saliva and answered with difficulty.
He couldn't possibly tell his father that not only did he know about Tierra, but that the last of Tierra's royals had secretly built a Restoration Army base beneath Lancaster with the help of their own subjects …
"I didn't expect you to know about Tierra. That was quite a long time ago." The old man's expression turned solemn. "Don't tell anyone what I'm about to say. I brought you here to keep it a secret, understand?"
"Oh." Angora quickly nodded in agreement.
"Tierra had fallen under the combined attack of several nations, and not even a tenth of its royals survived. Most of them died in the chaos, and the side branches that were captured didn't end up well either. And your mother was the youngest sister of Yakaran the Eleventh, Tierra's king at the time of Tierra's fall. She was a princess of Tierra who had fled here. " Now that Angora had agreed, the old man told his son the secret he had kept in his heart for years. "I was young and hot-blooded at the time, and thought that it was fine to protect a woman like that. Moreover, Pompey, Edmund, and the others' mother had passed away two years ago, and I couldn't stand the loneliness, so in the end … ahem."
Angora was petrified.
The image of Leah the Warrior Princess who would smile like a queen on the battlefield appeared in his mind, and her appearance soon overlapped with that of his mother whom he had never met.
It wasn't just Angora — even Xi Wei, who was enjoying the show in his own kingdom was shocked by the secret.
Back then, he had just randomly appointed a liege whose fief was outside the Valley of the Tragic Dead, and now he had pulled the true crown prince of Tierra to his side.
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