"…And finally, there's the lineage of Grandmaster Satherin. Rumor has it that after him, nothing was passed down. But even so, he was still the founder of the Marrist Order, and no one can deny that.
Even now," Markham continued, "the Zane family's Ancestral Hall still has monuments dedicated to him."
Ethan cut in. "Hold up—how do you even know that?"
Markham hesitated, glancing around before leaning in and whispering in Ethan's ear.
"For real?" Ethan blinked. "No way—seriously?" Then, his eyes narrowed. "Wait a second… You're from the Whitmore family, aren't you?"
Markham stiffened. "…How'd you know?"
"Just a lucky guess honestly. You just said the Zanes invited your grandaunt over, which means you have to be from one of the Noble Eight. Who else talks like that? Normal people don't say 'invited' in that kind of way."
"…Fair enough," Markham muttered, still thoughtful.
