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Eden stood in front of the grand manor, his heart pounding. Years had passed since his last encounter with his parents. Concealing his true identity, he was presumed dead. Taking a deep breath, he raised his hand to knock on the door but hesitated at the last moment. Seeing his hesitation, Sacha knocked on the door herself. The sound echoed through the silent house, and he could hear the faint footsteps approaching. The door creaked open, revealing a man in his fifties with sharp, penetrating eyes.

"Sacha, what a pleasant surprise! It's been a long time. Come in," Arthur Folker warmly welcomed her, then turned to the masked young man with a scrutinizing gaze. "Who might this young man be?"