Valeris and Veyra, upon hearing Amyra's words, felt a surge of anger. They knew how much Asher had longed for this moment—to return home. He had dreamed of warmth, of recognition, of someone simply saying "Welcome back." And yet, here he was… being treated like a stranger. Like someone who didn't belong.
But they didn't protest.
Instead, they looked at Asher—and both were stunned.
It wasn't anger on his face. Not sadness. Not regret.
It was helplessness.
Unbeknownst to them, Asher had already used Absolute Appraisal on Amyra. And her thoughts had told him everything.
She doubted him he was Fake.
Not because she wanted to. But because over the years, ninety-one different people had come, each claiming to be the lost heir—Asher Magnus. Each had looked like him. Some had even mimicked his aura. And for a while, the family had dared to hope.
But every time, the Magnus Chalice had revealed the truth. Every single one was a fake.
