"Indeed, I was misled... I used to think that my family was of little use to me now, but it turns out to be marvelous that I am a descendant of the Chehalorvo Family."
Ian's heart relaxed slightly, for what Michael suspected was not the Silver Chip or the legacy of the Unyielding Fortress: "Thank you, my family. I shall bring you glory."
It was only natural, Ian's disguise was indeed excellent; he had not given himself away in the slightest. Under the guidance of Master Gossay, he had even perfected the disguise of his second identity.
What Michael now saw was that second identity, 'the last hope of the Chehalorvo Family.'
And this identity could explain so many things: alchemy, inscription studies, and various strange ideologies could all be reconciled with it.
