Trafalgar stood outside, taking in the sight before him. The city was truly incredible, the streets alive with movement, buildings that seemed to hum with magical energy, and at its very center, a massive white tower rising above everything else like a spear to the heavens.
"Marlen, what's in that enormous white structure?" Trafalgar asked, tilting his head slightly toward it while keeping his eyes fixed on its peak.
"In there, young master, are the elders who lead the council," Marlen replied, clasping his hands neatly behind his back as he walked.
"I thought the Eight Great Families were the ones in charge?" Trafalgar glanced at him from the corner of his eye.
"Indeed," Marlen nodded once, "but they act more as intermediaries. In fact, young master, your grandfather is among them."
"I see." Trafalgar's gaze lingered on the tower for a moment longer before he shifted his attention back to Marlen.
