Turan could guess that his father must have helped his mother escape.
Otherwise, where would she have gotten a good horse capable of running thousands of kilometers, and how did she evade Zahar's trackers?
"Well, are you satisfied?"
Alos, who had been quietly listening from behind, spoke in an insinuating tone.
Turan hesitated for a moment before nodding.
Given the circumstances, he was confident other houses couldn't provide more detailed information than this.
Just confirming that there was no point in trying to find his mother's relatives was a significant gain in itself.
Though he didn't learn who his father was among Zahar's nobles or knights, or why he hadn't stayed with his mother, that would probably become clear when he went to the Enril Desert later...
Above all, indirectly experiencing what his mother had been like in the past that he hadn't known.
That fact alone was enough to satisfy him.
