After completing the indispensable diplomatic procedures between nations, Cagalli and Lacuss finally shook off the large group of bodyguards and attendants following behind them and arrived at a private room on the second floor.
The moment they entered, the two girls saw a table laden with steaming, delicious dishes.
Allen was sitting in a chair, eating ravenously without the slightest concern for appearances.
The collar buttons of his originally neat, crisp uniform had been undone, giving him a very relaxed and casual air.
Combined with that refined face that even women envied, it instantly made Cagalli, who had just entered from outside, feel her mouth go dry and her heart race.
Especially when she remembered the so-called "engagement" between them, the girl's face flushed faintly beyond her control, and her thoughts began to run wild.
Fortunately!
Lacuss had long grown accustomed to all sorts of genetically modified handsome men and beautiful women in P.L.A.N.T, so she had slightly stronger resistance. She took the initiative and teased with a smile, "Mr. Allen, leaving two ladies behind while you sneak off to enjoy a meal alone is hardly gentlemanly behavior."
"Gentleman?"
Allen shook his head disdainfully.
"I'd rather be cursed at than hear someone use that word to describe me. Don't forget how those self-proclaimed gentlemen exploited and oppressed workers at the bottom of society, or how they engaged in the slave trade and brutally massacred indigenous people. If P.L.A.N.T hadn't gotten to Europe first, I would have dropped several nuclear warheads on that island nation where gentleman culture originated without hesitation."
Anyone with even a little knowledge of history knew exactly what British gentlemen were.
To put it bluntly, they were a group of bandits and Vampires who had forcibly dressed themselves up and whitewashed themselves as civilized people.
They never