Steampunk Era: Mad Abield

Being young is wonderful — Gaiate City sighed.

Then he took another bite of his pan-fried bun.

......

Elsa caught the messenger and began reading the letter.

Dear Elsa, I am Daniel. As you anticipated, our parents indeed have issues, just like you said. We are so similar, even a Spell Formation can confirm my blood is of the same origin as yours, yet we have been raised in different families since childhood. If it was Fate that separated us, then who is the mastermind behind the scenes? I’m investigating matters from when I was younger, hoping to find clues, but the prospects are slim because I’ve found that the two Royal Midwives who delivered me, a Royal Physician, and seventeen royal servants have all died, and you wouldn’t guess their oldest age — just forty-one years old.

Elsa frowned — the situation had become tricky since she had just discovered that the two midwives who helped deliver her mother, one family doctor, and four servants had faced the same fate as Daniel’s, and they all had... natural deaths.

Who presided over these natural deaths?

Elsa pondered, but couldn’t figure out what the situation might be.

If one were to speak about it, it would have to start from her encounter with Daniel at a game they watched together two years ago.

At that time, both had ponytails, the same golden hair, the same height, even similar figures and silhouettes. When they wore the same spectator robes, they were mistakenly recognized by each other’s friends and family.

Then, amidst the exclamations of their acquaintances, they approached each other only to discover that there was indeed another person in this world who resembled one so closely.