Kaiser was sitting on a leather armchair, one leg folded over the other. In front of him, Diavolo seemed to have no notion of fatigue.
While they were discussing in low voices, the flap of the tent lifted discreetly. A young student, wearing the insignia of the Sol clan, poked her head in with hesitation.
" Mister Klein ", murmured the student in a timid voice that trembled.
Kaiser raised his head. His gaze settled on the young girl, which made her shudder imperceptibly. Without saying a word, he stood up and headed toward the entrance.
" What's going on? " he asked in a neutral tone.
The young girl seemed to search for her words for a second, her cheeks slightly flushed by Kaiser's proximity.
