Chapitre 272: A Hint of Pressure.

The walk was not long and soon, Isabella was directing Hal into a study that was not that far from the Dining Hall.

No surprise, it was her study and a large one with incredible grandeur to boot.

Directing Hal to the seat in front of her desk, she took hers behind it and placed her hand on said desk as she regarded him for a while before asking, 

"Who are you?"

Hal looked mildly confused, 

"I already said..." He began but she interrupted.

"I have no interest in the description you've given already. I just want to know who you really are. Even now I can almost detect darkness behind your eyes. 

Darkness that does not put me at ease." She said.

'Okay, it's official. This woman is frightening' Hal thought.

Grimoire snorted, 

'Of course, she's frightening. She's a saint.'

Hal's eyes widened, 

'What?'