Right after the meeting ended.
Moving out of the hall, Orson calmly walked ahead while Delilah followed him from behind.
Neither made a sound as they moved.
The silence lingered as the two stepped into a quiet, empty office. Though no one else was present, the room was tastefully furnished. Paintings lined the walls, chairs and sofas were neatly arranged, and at the center was a large oakwood table where Orson made his way to and sat down.
As he sat down, he crossed his legs and looked at his adoptive daughter.
"What do you think about the current situation?"
"....It is not bad."
Delilah answered flatly, looking around the space before sitting down on one of the sofas and taking out a chocolate bar.
Riiiip—
Orson pretended not to see her actions as he continued to speak.
"Do you think he'll be capable of winning the Rite? It would be quite troublesome if he doesn't."
Orson had long foreseen something like this happening once the incident occurred.
