"House Fuller? The family of soldiers?" The woman before Vicente was surprised to hear that he wanted to know about this family.

For someone with a Sovereign Beast, it was a bit disproportionate to seek information about the small House Fuller.

This family was not poor, let alone insignificant. But compared to someone capable of influencing Sovereigns, it was simple and small.

"Yes, that one." Vicente nodded before he heard his answer.

"The Fuller family of Chilldale lives south of the city. If you look for the largest and most beautiful estates in that area, you'll find their headquarters sooner or later."

"Do you know that family?"

She smiled and said. "In a way, yes. I know them. I'm neither friend nor foe. But when you spend a lot of time in a city like this, it's impossible not to know the local players.

Anyway, about this family, they're good people for the most part. They are centered individuals, loyal to the kingdom and faithful to their ideals. If you hear a promise from one of them, it's likely that whatever it is, it will come true sooner or later."

"Sounds like a good family... Are there people in this family who have moved away and cut their ties?" Vicente asked, remembering that his father had grown up as an orphan next to the merchant who had raised him and taught him everything he had passed on to Vice.

The blacksmith in front of Vicente narrowed her eyes, trying to remember things from the past. "Someone who left the family? I don't remember anything like that, but like I said, I'm not close enough to them to know their secrets. If there is someone like that in the family, it's something only one of them can answer."

Vicente stood and placed a bag of coins in front of the woman. "I knew a man with the last name Fuller. He was also a good man, loyal to his own and very strict about his ideals. I respected him. In fact, I still respect him in spite of some of his faults.

But he thought he was an orphan without a family. I wonder what could have happened..."

Seeing the serious look on Vicente's face, the woman looked at him in silence, sensing a mystery in front of her.

"Thank you for your help. I hope these coins are sufficient. I can pay more in Saltstar City when my resources are sent."

"Hmm, don't worry, I'll make sure you get what you asked for. It may take a few months, but your resources will eventually reach your city."

Vicente left after hearing this and waved goodbye, following the woman's directions to the Fuller family estate.

Along the way, he encountered some of the city's magical powers watching him, but none of them made a move to approach him.

After 23 minutes of walking, Vicente stopped in front of an estate with exactly the same coat of arms his old father had used when he was alive.

'It looks like my suspicions weren't wrong.' He thought as he looked at the property for a few minutes, remembering Andrew, who this man was in his memories, but also the sad and undignified way he had died.

Vicente didn't remember his father as the weak man who had died of grief. He remembered Andrew as the man who was at home, as a merchant, and as the head of his family.

As he watched the front of that house, some of the stronger men there noticed something powerful standing in front of their estate and couldn't help but move to see what it might be.

An old man, white-haired but with a very lived-in look on his face, walked up to the front gate of his residence and saw from a distance the young man who didn't look much like Andrew and who had the powerful being on one of his shoulders.

"Young man, are you interested in my Fuller property?" The old man asked as he stopped twenty meters before Vicente, one hand on a sword hanging from his waist.

Vicente put aside his sentimental thoughts about his father and looked at the man who looked very much like an older version of Andrew.

A bow formed on his lips as he met the man's eyes. "Elder, don't get me wrong, I have no ill intentions. I'm just admiring the view..."

"You can admire the view from other places. Don't just stand there, young man. You're scaring people." The old man said, not too hard, but not too soft in his words.

"Elder, is everyone who wears this symbol related to you?" Vicente pointed in the direction of the symbol on the front gate of the building. "I knew a man in Scott Province who wore that symbol. But he thought he was an orphan..."

The old man closed his eyes and smiled bitterly. "Nothing prevents people outside my family from wearing this symbol. But those who know us would never do so.

What was this person you met like? Was he a soldier of the kingdom?"

"No, he was a merchant. He was a good man with a beautiful family. He looked a lot like you. Seeing you in front of me now, I can't help but think that you two are related." Vicente said as the guards of the estate looked at him strangely.

"Who was he to you?" The old man asked.

"Someone I respect."

"And why are you so curious about his background? Will it help you in any way?" The old man approached Vicente, curious about this strange young man with such a powerful mount.

"It won't help me, but it might be relevant to this man's daughters. Elder, did someone leave your family 50 years ago? I imagine that's when his father or mother left the family if I'm correct in my analysis." Vicente asked, eager for confirmation that Andrew's relatives were still alive.

Depending on the old man's answer, Nina and Lauren could have a refuge if his plans went horribly wrong!

The old man sighed and removed one of his hands from the grip of his sword.

'Daughters, eh?' The old man thought of the people who could be his nieces. "Yes, there was one who left us. He met a woman who made him follow her and leave the family for a while. Maybe it's the father of the man you met. He died not long after leaving the family, so it fits with the fact that this other person grew up an orphan.

Where is he, young man? What about those daughters? If possible, I'd like to meet them and see if they are my nieces."

Vicente stopped smiling, but he didn't show his negative feelings. "He's dead."