Chapitre 139: Nightingale

There was silence in the room while she played and like when she had performed with her sisters, they all seemed drawn into her aura and her music. 

Her face laid in a calm expression. Not smiling, not frowning, not happy, not sad. There was nothing but something on her face, in her aura. She seemed to just flow. Like the sparkling clear blue water running steadily down streams on a bright spring day, she seemed to exist in a perfect symphony. 

It was such a calming feeling. It reminded Antonio of her. 'Jena was it?' Antonio thought to himself. He smirked. The sisters in the Crowly family were so heavily over-talented that it was overwhelming. 

He looked around for a second, surveilling his surroundings, and spotted a few sour faces. They seemed to appear on the faces of females. Some caught his gaze and shyly brushed their hair behind their ears. He turned away from them immediately, a stoic expression on his face.