I stared at the maid like she'd just grown a second head. "What do you mean by that?"
She didn't flinch. "I can tell she sees you as her brother."
Now I was really lost. "Sees me as what now?"
"I don't know the exact reason," she said quietly. "You don't look like Master Dylan. Not really. But those blue eyes of yours... they match his perfectly. And there's something else. Something mysterious about you."
She glanced toward the window.
"When we were watching your tournament match from Madam Diana's office, she froze. It wasn't you that shocked her. It was your summon."
My stomach dropped a little.
"She asked me to confirm what she was seeing. Was that really Archmage Zenos? And when I told her yes, that was indeed Sir Zenos, the summon of late Master Dylan..."
She shook her head slowly. "We were all shocked. Because it should be impossible."
"Impossible how?"
