Kays Translations
Just another Isekai Lover~
Chapter 153: Life Story
Duke Eddie was so certain that Owen was the illegitimate son of the late king because he must have had some important evidence in hand.
Otherwise, given Duke Eddie’s temperament, how could he dare to do something so foolish?
Thinking of this, Owen couldn’t help but start questioning his own origins. Could it be that royal blood really did run through his veins?
Unfortunately, Owen’s parents had long since passed away, so confirming his bloodline through a magic power integration test with them was impossible.
The only way to uncover the truth would be to perform a magic power integration test with the third prince.
But if he really went to the capital to meet the third prince, wouldn’t he be falling right into Duke Eddie’s trap?
No! Owen shook his head, silently scolding himself: How can I even doubt my own origins? I, Owen Eisen, have grown up in this castle since childhood—I must be a descendant of the Eisen family.
That said, Owen’s confidence wasn’t entirely solid.
He wanted to find someone who knew the Eisen family very well and ask whether he was truly Belric Eisen’s biological son.
Twenty-one years had passed, and the servants in the lord’s castle had long since rotated, but only Butler Ryan remained, having served the Eisen family for over thirty years.
So Owen decided to call Ryan over to ask about the events of his birth.
Today happened to be a day when Ryan wasn’t teaching at the school, so he rushed to the office after receiving Owen’s summons.
After placing a hand on his chest in salute, Ryan asked.
“Master, why have you called me here?”
“It’s nothing too important,”
Owen said, putting down the documents in his hand and looking up at him, trying to appear casual.
“I’ve just recently heard a strange rumor, and I wanted to call you over to confirm a few things.”
“Master, ask whatever you wish. I will speak everything I know.”
“Ryan, you’ve worked in this castle for over thirty years. You were surely present on the day I was born.”
Owen asked directly.
“I am the biological son of my father, Belric Eisen, and the blood that flows in me is that of the Eisen family. That is correct, isn’t it?”
“This…”
Ryan didn’t answer immediately or decisively; he hesitated.
This hesitation struck Owen hard—it suggested that perhaps he truly was not a descendant of the Eisen family.
After a moment, Ryan asked.
“Master, what rumor have you heard to make you ask such a question?”
There was no choice—Owen had to recount the rumor that Clive had told him.
“Royal… royal bloodline?”
Unexpectedly, Ryan’s face also showed shock upon hearing the rumor.
It seemed this matter was indeed not simple; even Ryan only knew part of the story, not the whole truth.
“Ryan, what exactly do you know? Can you tell me?”
Owen was completely bewildered about his origins, relying on Ryan to reveal the secret from back then.
“Sigh—”
Ryan let out a long sigh and said slowly.
“I had thought this secret would be sealed forever the day I was laid to rest. Since Master insists, I will tell you everything.”
It turned out that Owen truly was not Belric Eisen’s biological son, but a boy adopted from outside.
Since their marriage, Belric Eisen and his wife had had no children.
If Belric’s father had not also heroically died fighting the undead monsters, he surely would have forced Belric to take a second wife to produce an heir for the family.
Belric deeply loved his wife and refused to marry another woman, so he decided to adopt a son instead.
Owen had been chosen because it had already been confirmed that he possessed magic power.
At that time, Owen was still very small—probably only a few days old—so it was impossible to determine the extent of his magic power. No one expected it to be so abundant.
On top of that, Belric’s wife had always been frail and sickly, rarely leaving the castle, and had almost no interaction with other nobles.
Therefore, Belric simply publicly declared that Owen was the child born of himself and his wife.
Because he was worried about his wife’s health and did not want anyone to disturb her, he kept her pregnancy a secret.
All the servants in the castle at the time also swore an oath and agreed on a unified story, ensuring that the secret would never be revealed.
As a result, nearly all the nobles accepted Belric’s public claim, and no one questioned Owen’s identity.
Moreover, Belric and his wife had always treated Owen as their own biological son, which made Owen never doubt his own identity.
The reason Belric kept this matter hidden was to prevent Owen from feeling inferior due to being adopted or being treated poorly by others.
Sadly, Belric’s wife passed away from illness just a few years later.
This confirmed a widely circulated belief at the time—that frail and sickly women would become even weaker after giving birth, often dying within a few years.
This also reinforced the nobles’ belief that Owen was truly the biological son of Belric’s wife.
When Owen was still young, he heard this explanation and was constantly unhappy, blaming his own birth for his mother’s death—until his father scolded him severely, after which he gradually emerged from that shadow.
After listening to Ryan’s account, Owen fell silent. So his identity was indeed that of an adopted son.
But realizing that his father had hidden this secret for his own good, Owen did not feel sad or resentful. Instead, he was grateful that Belric had genuinely treated him as his own child.
“Then, Ryan, do you know who my biological mother is?”
Owen asked.
“I don’t know.”
Ryan shook his head and said.
“Master, you were secretly adopted from an orphanage by the late master. It’s said you were found at the church gate.”
“An orphanage?”
Owen was surprised.
“Do you mean to say that Bishop Flynn also knew I was adopted?”
He realized, like Theresa, he too was an abandoned child—except he was fortunate enough to be taken in by the lord of Biānshù Town.
“No, Bishop Flynn didn’t know.”
Ryan explained.
“At that time, the person in charge of the church was another, much older bishop. Bishop Flynn was only assigned to Biānshù Town after that bishop passed away.”
“I see.”
Owen nodded, then asked.
“Ryan, if I wanted to investigate who abandoned me back then, could it still be found out?”
“It would be very difficult. So many years have passed, many of the people involved are dead, and the clues are extremely hard to gather.”
That made sense—Ryan was right. It would indeed be very difficult to uncover the truth now.
It was frustrating. Owen had learned from Ryan that he was adopted, but he still had no clarity about whether his origins were connected to the royal family.