Going out onto the terrace, Idan settled comfortably in an armchair and, leaning back, began to look at the artificial sky of the Kingdom.
"What should I do next?" he asked himself.
And to make sure once again that all this is really happening and that this is not a dream, Idan opened the task window.
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[Introduce your girlfriend to your parents and receive their blessing.
Mother’s blessing — not received.
Father’s blessing — not received]
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Not noticing any changes, Idan laughed softly.
"Do I really need to become a necromancer?" — He asked himself with a touch of irony.
After looking at the requirements of the assignment for a while longer, Idan closed it with a sigh, deciding not to think about it for now.
Arabel appeared at that moment, and Idan turned to her and smiled.
"Come here," he called, and Arabel, already used to it, sat on his lap.
Hugging her gently, Idan inhaled deeply the scent of her hair and exhaled, relaxing.
Arabel, having settled herself comfortably, waited a bit before asking:
"I’m fine," Idan replied and added, "I’m just confused."
Seeing her gaze demanding an explanation, Idan sighed.
"It turned out that the person I thought was my mother all this time turned out to be my aunt," he admitted with a chuckle.
Arabel, surprised, pulled away from Idan and sat up straight, looking at him.
"I’m saying that Ivette is not my birth mother, but my aunt," Idan clarified.
Arabel stared at him in silence.
"I had some suspicions before that I was not my parents’ son," Idan continued. "And so, when she gave her blessing after my request, the system did not accept it, confirming my guess."
"That’s why you..." Arabel said, realizing what had happened then.
"According to Ivette, my mother’s name was Inessa, and she was one year older than Ivette," Idan continued, deciding to share what he learned during the conversation with Ivette.
"Ivette also said that she and her older sister were very similar to each other. I inherited my mother’s black hair, brown eyes, and some facial features. Due to the similarity of the two sisters, I also have some features similar to Ivette," Idan added.
"She’s right," Arabel nodded. "When I first saw Ivette, I immediately noticed her resemblance to you and thought she was your mother. But I think I was wrong."
"Haha," — Idan laughed. "Ivette said that too. Because of this similarity, everyone considered me her own son."
"Wait a minute," — Arabel stopped him. "Why are you talking about your birth mother in the past tense? Don’t tell me she’s..."
"That’s where my confusion lies, Belle," Idan said and continued.: "Ivette told me that her older sister Inessa is no longer alive. She died the same day I was born."
"What? How come?" — Arabel was surprised, and her face clouded slightly.
"Of course, because of the System, I doubted Ivette’s words and decided to check with her. She firmly stated that her sister was indeed dead, as she had personally seen her body after her death, as well as attended the cremation and scattering of the ashes."
"If the System has not accepted the blessing of my foster mother and Aunt Ivette, and my birth mother has already passed away, then whose blessing do I still need to receive?" Idan asked.
"The same goes for the father’s blessing," he added with a sigh.
Seeing that Idan was confused, Arabel gently hugged his head and, without giving him a chance to say another word, kissed him.
Idan’s eyes widened in surprise, but then he returned her kiss, hugging her to him.
This time, their kiss lasted much longer than before.
When Arabel finally lifted her lips from his, her forehead pressed against Idan’s. They both looked into each other’s eyes and breathed deeply.
"Dan, listen to me," Arabel whispered. "Don’t think too much about it now. You just found out the truth about your parents, and no matter how strong you are, you’re overwhelmed with emotions right now."
"You need to calm down and unwind," she continued after a short pause.
Idan silently looked into her eyes, noticing her concern.
"Maybe you’re right," he finally said after a short pause.
They sat in silence for a while. Arabel noticed that despite her words, Idan was lost in thought again.
Noticing that Arabel was staring at him intently, Idan hugged her tighter.
"When are you going to introduce me to your parents?" he suddenly asked, slightly embarrassing Arabel.
"When do you want to meet them?" Arabel asked a counter question instead of answering. Then, with a slight smile, as if challenging him, she suggested, "Maybe right now?"
"Ahahaha,— Idan laughed.
"Why not?" he replied, accepting the challenge. But then he said with a smile, "But you’re forgetting something important, Belle."
"Eh? What exactly did I forget?" asked Arabel in bewilderment.
"Have you forgotten that you’re in Limbo right now? And no matter how much you want to, you won’t be able to return to the capital right now," Idan said.
Realizing this, Arabel became even more embarrassed, and her face blushed.
"I... I can ask Arslan to bring them here," Arabel offered quickly, as if she had already decided everything.
However, Idan shook his head.
"Don’t be in such a hurry, Belle," he said. "When you see fit, then you can introduce me to your parents. I’m not rushing you."
"O... okay," — Arabel agreed, discarding the slightly crazy plan that had popped into her head.
"Well, let’s change the subject," Idan suggested, and the smile faded from her face.
"Tell me, Belle, what are you up to?" he asked.
"What are you talking about?" asked Arabel.
"You know what I mean," Idan said with a sigh. "What are you going to do with Christopher?"
"Oh." Arabel pulled away from Idan slightly and, changing her position, sat directly in front of him, straddling him. A familiar smile played on her face.
"Hehe, that’s what you’re talking about." Arabel laughed, and then, looking straight into Idan’s eyes, she said in a serious and demanding tone:
"Don’t you dare even think about him, Dan," she said, and added: "He’s mine this time."