After a couple of hours, Silvia had regained her clarity; she pardoned herself and retreated into her own room, showering and changing her dirtied and sticky outfit to a fresh one.
Meanwhile, Jin and his family stayed in a private room where the Duke used to hang out with his close ones and family.
The vast interior was pretty much vacant. It was adorned with a collection of books and grimoires the Duke family collected, rows of bookshelves lined on each side, where the four sat on the sofa. Only this time, Jin was the one facing the Duke, who calmly sipped his afternoon tea.
Jin casually took a cookie from the plate and tossed it into his mouth, unbothered by the tension in the room. His casual attitude invited a tense expression from his parents, who sat on sides and stiffened like statues.
With a 'clink,' Sullivan put the silver cup on the table and turned to the boy before him. The earlier duel still bugged him like a nail stuck in his mind.
