Aizel's eyes swept the room as they entered, soaking in its splendor. The curtains' light brown color completely complemented the furniture. He then noticed the elderly man who was standing beside a window.
The old man's white hair cascaded down to his waist, and his beard was thick and white. Even his eyebrows and lashes were the same color. A small wrinkle adorned his face, but his eyes shone brightly, reflecting the sun's rays from the window.
The old man turned his attention towards them, revealing a smile on his face, and spoke, "It's a pleasure to meet you all." He walked over to the woman with the white hair and bowed gently, lowering his head as a sign of respect.
"Even though you are a bastard, you are still royalty, Miss Seraphine Felgura. I hope you are ready for what you are going to experience in the institute."
Seraphine simply nodded.
"I see. Still a woman of few words."
