Chapter 391 - 336: An Inheritance from the Sky? (Part 2)

Chapter 391: Chapter 336: An Inheritance from the Sky? (Part 2)

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"Hm? Yi? What’s gotten into you today?"

Evelor looked at her strangely-acting little brother, asking in confusion. But she didn’t resist, letting Lloyd hold her and turn her this way and that, as if checking to see if she’d been replaced by an impostor.

After a brief date with Weiya, Lloyd had come straight home, bringing dinner for his sister. Of course, he was too full to eat, so he could only sit at the dining table and watch her take small, delicate bites, like a cute little squirrel.

From time to time, he would sneak a peek under the table at Evelor’s small feet, which were wrapped in thick, white stockings that made them look like popsicles, swinging leisurely back and forth.

Then, something suddenly occurred to him. After Evelor finished eating, he picked her up and checked her over and over, occasionally pinching her cheeks and her little feet.

"Yep, confirmed. It’s really you, Sis."

Lloyd finally said, feeling relieved.

"Yi? Did something happen?"

A faint blush still lingered on Evelor’s cheeks. She gazed at Lloyd, her eyes wide with incomprehension as she asked her question.

"It’s nothing. Just that something unusual happened today, but I can’t tell you because of school rules. It’s not important, anyway."

Lloyd used the school rules he had previously disdained as a cover for his own unease.

In truth, he didn’t even know what he was thinking. ’Why would seeing the Veto Saint make me come home and inspect my own sister?’

"Is that so? As long as you’re okay... Oh, right, I have some news for you too."

As Evelor spoke, she didn’t even bother to put on her shoes. Her jade-like feet, clad in white stockings, pattered across the floor—TAP, TAP, TAP—as she ran to grab her handbag and took out a letter.

"Yi, do you remember Uncle Yule from when we were little? The one who used to bring us oysters all the time."

"I remember him, but that guy..."

Lloyd trailed off, choosing his words carefully before speaking as tactfully as he could:

"My memory of him is a little fuzzy. We haven’t been in contact with him for a long time, have we?"

In reality, Lloyd was much more ’mature’ mentally than Evelor, so he had a rather clear memory of their childhood relatives.

His father from the Otherworld was named Ronse, and his mother was Ivryna. Both had plenty of relatives and siblings, but they didn’t live in Radiant City, instead being spread out across other cities.

They had no remarkable family background; they were all just ordinary people. In fact, his father, Ronse, had only come to Radiant City to find opportunities because he wasn’t doing well back in his hometown. That was how he met his mother and successfully settled down here.

Later, they gave birth to a Transmigrator son and then picked up Evelor, forming a harmonious and happy family of four.

But at the time, the family’s financial situation was quite average. Both parents were ordinary working-class people. To buy the house they lived in, they took on a heavy mortgage and had to work tirelessly, rarely keeping in touch with their relatives in other cities.

After the two of them passed away in an accident, the family could no longer afford the loan payments, and the bank cruelly repossessed the house. This was what led to Lloyd and Evelor being sent to an orphanage.

The orphanage had actually tried to contact their other relatives about adopting the two children, but all the letters they sent out vanished without a trace, receiving no response whatsoever.

And that included this Uncle Yule, who used to visit them so often.

He was the cousin of his father, Ronse. In Lloyd’s eyes, he had always been a good-for-nothing who made a living shucking oysters for people at the Wharf. That’s why he often came over to freeload off them, receiving quite a bit of help from the family.

Later, for reasons unknown—maybe he offended someone or racked up gambling debts—he suddenly decided he wanted to become a sailor, claiming he could strike it rich. After borrowing another sum of money from his parents, he disappeared.

Now, so many years had passed in a flash. The Lloyd siblings had survived the hardest of times. They had never heard from any of their relatives again, nor had they tried to contact them. It wasn’t so bad for everyone to just forget about each other.

’After all, one’s a Transmigrator, and the other was picked up...’

So, Lloyd couldn’t exactly say he resented their relatives for their indifference. After all, they hadn’t been in touch much even when his parents were alive, so it would have been unreasonable to expect someone else to take on their burden.

But he was particularly annoyed with this Uncle Yule, the one who used to love freeloading off them. ’He never sent a single word of concern for me and my sister, so how does he have the gall to write us a letter now?’

’And where did he even get our current address?’

Lloyd was puzzled, so he asked Evelor about the letter.

"This was sent directly to our editorial department."

Evelor said as she returned to the sofa. She handed the letter to Lloyd, then leaned against him and started flipping through a magazine.

Although the expression on her face seemed calm, the little feet in their white stockings, resting on the arm of the sofa, were still swinging back and forth, betraying her good mood.

’Is getting a letter from a relative we were supposed to have forgotten really something to be this happy about?’

’Sigh... Sis is just too kind, too sentimental...’

Lloyd grumbled internally before opening the letter. Only then did he understand why his sister was so happy—

The handwriting in the letter was beautiful, the prose flowed smoothly, and the vocabulary was elegant and precise. Even the stationery itself felt exquisite to the touch. There was no way this was written by the oyster-shucking Uncle Yule.