"These… these are all the properties of House Windwhisper—mines, shops, and everything else…" The head of House Windwhisper, drained and frail, handed over his family's wealth to Daniel.
He once carried himself with a spirited demeanor despite his white hair, but now he appeared no more than a withered old man, struggling even to speak.
He seemed less like a living person and more like an empty shell, a walking corpse.
"Thank you, Daniel, for sparing our last bloodline. Not long ago, I arranged a carriage to take him far away from Riverside City." Not even a single servant was left behind.
The child's memories had been partially erased, so he would grow up never knowing his surname was Windwhisper or feeling drawn to Riverside City.
He would only distance himself further from this place.
The name of House Windwhisper would disappear, but the bloodline would endure.
