Meanwhile, in the earl's estate. Claude stood frozen by the entrance of the dining hall, seeing three figures eating. His eyes first landed on Klaus, who barely gave him a look. Then, to a particular silver-haired man who was casting him a look of ridicule. And then, to his beloved auntie, who was smiling warmly at him while holding her cutlery.
"What?" Samael quirked a brow, blinking twice. "Don't worry. Everyone in the estate is under the illusion that we look different. Also, they'll forget about us as if we didn't come in here."
"I'm sorry, Claude. We planned to meet you in the mansion Klaus arranged for us to stay, but we're afraid we won't see you if we don't come in here," Lilou backed up softly. "I heard you've been working all night. Come, let's eat."
Claude rubbed his eyes once again, only to see clearly that his uncle and auntie were still there! His jaw dropped, shocked at the sight he didn't expect to see, even in his wildest imagination.
