erself, she heard rustling from the bedroom where she had come out early in the morning.

Thinking it might be the kitten wandering, she checked the living room floor, but the kitten was still sleeping soundly as Floyd had told it to.

Then… oh, Bianca!

“Miss… Miss, what is this! Miss, where are you! Did His Grace come and go? But why is the house in this state!”

“I’m out here, Bianca. His Grace is… in the bathroom.”

“He came so grandly… but since you seem happy, Miss, I’m happy too.”

Bianca was delighted as if what happened was her own affair.

Hearing such a bright voice, she could laugh together for a brief moment, without thinking about what would happen next.