Max Being Cool
Roxley Mansion, Capital.
The dinner was really late, it had already been around 11 as Lora and they had spend their time chatting with each other.
Lear couldn't get the words from the diary out of his head for some reason. He wanted to know what was going on. But he knew that it wasn't appropriate ask directly. Hence, he approached it in the indirect way.
"Yeah, that girl who visited me in the hospital with you? Isn't she the daughter of Mage king? Are you guys friends?" Lear asked, he clearly remembered that their relation didn't seem good. But the picture from the past said otherwise.
"No...we are not…" Lora replied as the smile on her face vanished.
Lear didn't say anything further seeing her face, he knew that it wasn't the right thing to do. He too was the same after all, he didn't like people interfering in his personal matters.
"Creak!"