After returning to her room, Eleanor decided to take lunch there and insisted that Neva Sterling eat with her. It was normal for them to share meals, as they had practically grown up together.
While eating, Eleanor asked casually, "Neva, do you remember the martial art my father taught us?"
"Yes. It's the only self-defence I've ever learnt. Why?" Neva replied.
"I just miss him," Eleanor said with a dramatic sigh. "I tried to recall the fighting style he taught us with such care, but I realised I've forgotten many things over time. Could you show me, so I can correct myself?"
"You mustn't forget that style," Neva said, suddenly anxious. "Even though you learnt many new techniques later, His Majesty always said that style was created by the Stormfang Clan… your family's heritage. I was fortunate to learn the martial arts despite not being an Stormfang."
