"Sorry, I really can't say," Felix frowned. He seemed like he wanted to, but something was holding his tongue. Regardless, he finished the light meal and they eventually made their way to a secret spot they'd once set aside, years before. The smell of dust mixed with the familiar aroma of the cheaply carved 'furniture' hit him, flooding the young man with memories.

"So, what's this all about, anyway?" Felix asked, turning around. When Katherine started showing her leg, he looked away with a yelp. "Ah... Jeez, I..." He reddened, but eventually, when peeking through his fingertips, he saw the mark.

"Ah... Yeah, that's..." Felix crossed his arms, looking away soon as he could, trying to get his face to resume its normal color. "Well..." He grabbed his sword, not removing it from its scabbard. "Look at the pommel," he said. Sure enough, the same mark was on the pommel of his sword. "Old man Emmerich might know what this means... He gave me this blade when I became a member of the militia."