A/N So looks like I finally updated this thing... To be fair, I genuinely didn't think this would get as popular as it did, so I really have to thank you guys and your willingness to want to see more from me and this story. I think I will keep it a drabble series, but I felt like I had to do this chapter after a certain reveal in the manga. I hope you all enjoy.

"Today's the day…" Asta said as he mentally readied himself. The ash haired boy stood in front of the imposing testing building of the royal capital of Clover. In this hall, hundreds of young teenagers gathered for the chance to apply as a magic knight. It was said to be grueling, many hours of multiple magic based tests, and all being inspected by the most powerful mages in the kingdom, the Magic Knight Captains.

Asta began to slap his face to keep himself assured, "You got this!" he yelled to himself. "This is what Dad trained you for! Don't screw up!" The busy street of potential magic knights merely turned their heads at the display and volume of Asta's self-motivation.

"Oi, Asta." A monotone voice called to the green eyed orphan. Asta turned quickly, breaking out of his worried stupper and with intrigue of who called his name with such familiarity. The boy was met with the sight of his best friend and rival, Yuno. Asta quickly gasped at how Yuno was a head and a half taller than him, but this momentary reaction was short lived as he then quickly pounced on Yuno.

"Damn it, I missed you! It's been so long! Why are you so tall you jerk?" Asta bombarded Yuno with more and more statements as he latched on to his fellow orphan. All of the shorter orphan's comments were only met with a quick, yet strongly returned hug, "Quit whining, ten years isn't that long." Yuno's words betrayed the smile the began to creep up on his face. They pulled away from their embrace, "So, how's your new Dad?" Yuno asked with his usual collected tone, but his eyes were laced with concern for the life Asta had gone to live with the mysterious stranger that Asta went to live with.

Asta began to rub the back of his head and his usually permanent smile faded, his home life was something he hadn't talked with anyone about in a long time. "Well…" sighed Asta, "If I'm going to tell you about my dad, promise me you won't tell anyone else, okay?" The dark haired orphan suddenly winced at this. He had never seen Asta seem so cautious, and given his recent public display, he still was pretty immature.

"Alright." agreed Yuno, "I promise that whatever you say will be kept between us."

Asta quickly regained his signature toothy grin, "Thanks, I knew I could count on you!" replied Asta. He was so happy to know his rival/friend was willing to keep his family secret. "So…" Began Asta. "It all happened after a few days with Licht…"

*10 years ago*

It was in a small cottage on the edge of the Royal Realm where Asta had moved in with Licht. The ash haired boy took to enjoying his new home. It had given him things he wasn't used to back in Hage, for this was a secluded space with thriving wilderness. Back in Hage, Asta had seen nothing but farmland and crowds, but the outside wasn't even the best part. For the hyperactive child, the fully stocked pantry and soft bed were a welcome step up from the Forsaken Realm.

But all these amenities were nothing compared the fatherly warmth Asta received from Licht. Their first days together seemed average, Licht showing Asta the house and taking him on a walk to hear about his life. They had ate together, prayed together, and Asta was almost always excited for when Licht showed him a small flare of is magic. The white haired light mage always felt his heart melt at the big toothy grin his adopted son would give him.

However, throughout their time together, Licht hadn't talked much about his life or what he did for work. He would usually leave for a few hours and come back to Asta just as chipper and energized as he left. Asta barely even caught what direction he'd go off in when given the speed of Licht's light travel. But one day, the truth of his adopted father's history was laid bare for Asta.

Asta woke that morning as he usually would, slightly groggy, but overcome with the need to eat. "I wonder what Dad is making today…" thought Asta as the boy walked to the kitchen. However, to his surprise, there was no prepared breakfast, no sound of sizzling from fresh food on a recently heated pan, and most alarming of all, no Licht.

He quickly scurried off to his Father's bedroom, which was usually locked during the day, but to Asta's shock, it wasn't this morning. This caused the ash haired boy to enter a 'stealth mode' and poke his head through the doorway and peer inside. On Licht's generously sized bed, peeking out from the covers, was a man with lightly colored, short hair, with a small blotch located on a few of the hair locks. However, the strangers most defining trait was a large scar that seemed to coat his entire upper face. It was such a juxtaposition for the beaten, burnt, and damaged skin to suddenly end at his nose and then become pale, unblemished, regal-like skin.

"There's a stranger in Dad's bed!" Asta thought as he slowly began to enter a panicked state. This panic quickly passed and was replaced with sheer confidence, "I have to defeat him! If he did something to Licht…" Asta didn't finish his thought, he just ran off to to arm himself. Asta removed one of the golden curtain rods above the window in the kitchen, "Sorry Dad." He silently apologized for his actions, but knew they were necessary to protect his family. Asta crept back to his Father's bedroom, curtain rod in hand, ready to pounce on the sleeping stranger. With a scream filled with brash courage, Asta leaped forward and swung the rod down on the scared man with a much force his tiny body had.

"FOR LICHT!" Asta screamed as the rod connected with the sleeping man's face. The man almost instantly awoke from the first strike, "Asta, stop!" the man cried, but not in a tone of pain, rather a tone of confusion. The scared stranger reached under the pillow he had been previously slept on and pulled out his grimoire from under it. With a quick fluid motion, the scared man released several tree branches almost instantly that captured the tiny Asta.

Asta thrashed about in bindings, "LET ME OUT SO I CAN KICK YOUR ASS, SCARFACE!" he hollered. The scar covered man merely grimaced at the young boy's demands.

"And why, pray tell, would you like to do that, young lad?" the man asked while tilting his to the side.

"FOR LICHT!" Asta cried again.

"I am Licht, Asta." The man said with an unwavering tone.

"LIES!" Asta proclaimed while he continued to squirm, "LICHT HAS NO EYEBROWS, WHITE HAIR, AND RED TATTOOS!"

The scar faced pain let an exhausted groan, "I guess I'll let you handle this, old friend..." the scared man said as his features began to morph. His scar faded and bone structure was reforming. His scruffy short hair and turned straight and elegant, and soon his grimoire underwent a transformation itself.

Standing in front of Asta was his adoptive father, Licht, who let out a long yawn. "Asta, I was up for almost 24-hours straight, why must you wake William and I?" Asta was stunned into silence. He couldn't seem to come up with any words for what had taken place. ...Well actually he was able to find a few words, "WHAAAAAA?" Asta said in his usually high tone, "THAT SCAR GUY WAS TELLING THE TRUTH, SO ARE YOU LIKE TWO PEOPLE OR IS IT LIKE YOUR MAGIC OR SOMETHING-" The boy's questions were cut short by Licht, who placed his hand on Asta's head and calmed him down. WIth a swift motion, Licht undid Asta's bindings and gently lowered the boy to the ground.

"I suppose this was only a matter of time, but my boy, it's time I told you the truth…" Licht had to pause, allowing his statement to liner in the air. "My name is not Licht, it is Patry. I am not human, but rather I am an elf." This bombshell wasn't met with Asta's usual explosive and bombasic reactions, but rather a controlled and quiet widening of the eyes. The now newly identified Patry continued his story, "It was a long time ago that we elves lived in the clover kingdom…"

*One story time later*

"-Then I awoke, sharing a body with William and taking the name of Licht in honor of he who saved my life." With the conclusion of Patry's story, the room stayed silent. It had felt like all of time had ceased upon the recount of the elf massacre. Asta had a look of pure shock and disbelief, but in a flash Asta had lunged forward and enveloped as much of Patry's body as he could in a hug.

"You didn't have to die! None of you elves had to die! Please tell me you won't die again!" cried the ash haired boy into his father's robes. "Asta..." Patry whispered while beginning to stroke his back. "But please don't hate humans!" Asta said while pulling his head from Patry's robes.

"I know what they did was wrong, but I know humans aren't all that bad! People like Yuno and the Sister, they're nice. I wanna be a Wizard King of a kingdom that can accept and understand guys like elves instead of killing them!" rambled the young boy as he stared directly into his adoptive father's eyes. Asta's usually brightly lit eyes with a sense of constant optimism was now releasing a waterfall of tears.

Patry only brought Asta back into another hug, "My son, how can I hate humans like you?" asked Patry in a comforting tone. "There are cruel people in this world, and my time to change it has passed, but if anyone can change the world and bring this it to a place of understanding, it's you. You have seen the lowest humanity can be pushed to, you are raised by an elf, and yet your dream is of Magic Knighthood. You're a good soul."

Asta was silent as he digested Patry's words. He never thought that someone who went through the same as Patry did would ever want a human child. But Patry was his father now, and he was determined to do right by all those who took him in over the years. To be the Wizard King was his dream, but now he realized what he could do with it. He could make sure that something like this never happened to other people ever again.

"Dad?" Asta asked as he was being held, "Could I apologize to William?" Patry smiled at Asta's request as William's face began to take shape. "William…" began Asta, "I wanna say sorry for hitting you over the head." William chuckled warmly at Asta's little apology.

"It's fine, Asta. I want you to know that all the feelings Patry has for you is shared with me." Willia, claimed as he was happy to be awoken to a tight embrace by Asta.

Asta eyed William, "So it's like I have 2 dads...?" the ash haired boy wondered out loud.

"I suppose so, yes." William said in nonchalant tone.

"AWESOME!" Asta said enthusiastically. "I've got two dads, I thought having one parent was great, but I actually gt two? This is sweet! I wish I got to meet you sooner, William!" Asta had said almost without taking a breath. William merely gave a content smirk at Asta and began to ruffle his ash gray hair. "I know you'll make a fine Wizard King, my son." the scared man said while staring into Asta's emerald green eyes that were once agains filled with optimism.

*present day*

Yuno was taken aback in shock by the revelations of Patry and William, but after all that, the dark haired orphan had only one thing on his mind, "Nice story, but I'm more curious how you have a Grimoire."

Asta rubbed the back of his head, "ha ha, well that was just a years later..."

A/N And with that this chapter ends. I promise that there will be a third. I just hope I get to it sooner than this, but till then, bye~