Cordelia

“The Count’s household has fallen into ruin, Miss! This mansion will pass into someone else’s hands! We must all leave our positions. You need to get out quickly too, Miss!”

“…What?”

Men entered the spacious first-floor hall and began smashing furniture with hammers.

At the center of the commotion stood Vincent, dressed in a pitch-black uniform.

He looked up at Cordelia, who was standing on the second-floor balcony, and whistled.

“Cordelia. You’re finally awake? Even in your nightgown, you look stunning.”

“Vincent… what is the meaning of this?”

“What do you mean? Count Robert couldn’t repay my money, so I’m simply selling off this house.”

“……”