"She is a descendant of the flame line right?" he questioned Celio even after knowing the answer.
Celio answered still, he always would.
"Yes your eminence, she is."
The flame line again.
His fist went under his chin. "First brother seemed to have too many mysteries coming from him," he said mainly to himself than Celio.
"You mean the incident from eighteen years ago?" Celio who heard Cargan's words asked.
Cargan nodded, getting tired of talking.
"Although I do not know too much of that incident as I was still young back then—" Celio began but Cargan cut him off.
With a humorous chuckle, "Yes, I only just found you– a young boy with a belly too big for his frame." Cargan said.
He could still remember the first day he found Celio. The boy was a homeless five years old with a health problem. That day, he went on a disguise tour of the line, walking like a commoner amongst his people – but his face was well hidden under the shade of a hoodie and sunglasses.
