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The name of the household did not pass as a trivial detail. Instead, it lingered, catching the attention of the aide's Master, prompting him to pause before slowly turning his head to look back at his aide once more.
"House of Everette…. Aren't they…."
He left the sentence unfinished, the unspoken implication hanging heavily between them. The aide did not require the full question. A subtle nod was already enough to confirm what his Master had begun to recall.
"Yes, Master. They are one of the households that Master had in mind."
At that, the jade-haired man regarded his stoic aide for a brief moment before a faint smile curved along his lips—one that carried a trace of amusement rather than warmth.
"What a twisted strand of fate," he murmured, his tone low and contemplative. "A Saint of Aqua from the Temple of Tidespire Sanctuary… Lady Maristhene's chosen Saint…."
