Bab 248: Diary [4]

With short red hair, and piercing yellow eyes that symbolized the Megrail bloodline, Gael K. Megrail sat on the opposite end of Delilah. 

"Cough." 

Coughing, he covered his mouth with a tissue. 

"Pardon me." 

Wiping his mouth, he dabbed his mouth a couple more times before passing it onto one of the servants. 

"Thank you." 

From start to finish, his actions were refined, carrying a certain elegance that only belonged to the very top of the aristocracy. 

"Cough...! That's a little better." 

He turned to smile at Delilah who sat still in her seat without saying a single thing. 

It was hard to tell what she was thinking with her expression, but Gael was aware of what she wanted. 

"You want permission to search for the missing cadets, am I right?" 

"...." 

Delilah didn't answer, but the intent behind her expression, or lack thereof was quite clear.