After spending a few minutes doting on his son, Marion Euphemia sent Marcus Euphemia off to play nearby.
His gaze fell on Gracia Euphemia, his eyes full of curiosity, and he gently inquired, "Miss, I wonder what connection you have with my ancestors?"
Before Gracia could answer, Clifford Cecil took out a token made of black iron from his trouser pocket and handed it to him.
Marion accepted the token and ran his fingers over the engraved words "the Unicorn Warriors" on it, his heart surging with emotion.
He carefully held the token in both trembling hands, then rose from his seat and knelt down with a reverent expression.
"I, Marion Euphemia, the descendant of the Euphemia family, pay my respects to my Lord!"
His voice was loud and clear, his back as straight as a pine tree, and even the morning sunlight could not disperse the seriousness emanating from his body.
"..."
