Chapter 81: Leaving Whistlebird

Lord Anton cast Fabian a look. Then silence. The only sound that dominated the dining hall was my fork faintly hitting my plate as I ate.

Everyone stopped eating, but I couldn't. This felt new to me, after all. The Duke of Grimsbanne's mansion was too peaceful. I got used to it.

I promised to accept whatever Sam's side would show me. But I didn't expect to be in a suffocating situation early in the morning. Thus, I'll remain silent and act naturally.

Yes, natural. But heck! Stuffing my mouth was not natural… well, this meat was actually tender and flavorful.

Unlike my plan to stay away and pretend I'm not here by eating, the effect was the opposite. One after another, under this stifling silence, all eyes turned to me.

With a stuffed mouth, I awkwardly skimmed through the eyes that were cast upon me. What? 

Unconsciously, I still shove the fork inside my mouth carefully.