Outside of the room, the quartet held a meeting.
"..Estelle. I don't know if I should be saying this, but the Duke Miller.." Minerva hesitated before continuing. "He didn't question your existence, not even once. Although you haven't told him your maximum capability yet, you were able to look at his status through an appraisal spell, which would entail that your strength is above his. If I was in his position, I would've..."
"You're telling me that the Duke predicted my arrival, knew my powers, and is currently in a position where he is to give me trials to this 'acknowledgement'?" If Estelle's instincts were correct, Augustine Miller's speech and the pronouns he used pointed at her, and not the rest of her group.
"I mean, he was waiting for us, wasn't he? He knew what you were looking for, wasn't suspicious in the slightest, heck, what kind of old man is he?" Minerva complained.
