The train carriage grew quiet once Aubrelle and Pipin had gone. Only Trafalgar and Caelum remained seated, the rhythmic hum of the mana engine filling the silence.
Trafalgar leaned back, eyes narrowing slightly. Curiosity had been gnawing at him since the Council, and now was as good a time as any. "Caelum, tell me. Who exactly are the Rosenthals?"
For once, the older man looked faintly surprised. Then, realizing why, his composure returned. "I see… of course. You spent so many years shut away that it is natural you would not know."
