'It's no use. No use at all.'
Days had passed.
Days.
Despite staying in the same manor, eating in the same dining hall, and even practicing for the parade, Azrael had not managed to speak with Lila.
During lunch or dinner, whenever he saw her, Azrael would be preoccupied with speaking to both Eirian and Caspian, sometimes even addressing team members who had questions and concerns.
It seemed like there was always something demanding his attention, pulling him away from the opportunity to approach her.
When it was practice time, as much as there were moments Azrael wanted to slip out and look for Lila, he couldn't leave Eirian and Caspian alone with the parade participants because of the evil incarnate called Isidore.
