The afternoon at the Grand Duke's residence was silent and peaceful as always. The autumn sunlight filtering through the large windows cast long shadows across the drawing room floor.

Around the teacup Guest had carelessly left on the table, a book left half-read in the morning and a fountain pen were scattered in a messy fashion. Normally, I would have frowned and called a servant to clean it up immediately.

However, I quietly approached and touched the handle of the teacup Guest had been drinking from. A faint warmth still remained in the cup.

Looking down at the faint lip mark on the rim of the cup, I almost brought my own lips to that spot without realizing it. ...Sigh.

I let out a short, self-mocking laugh as if my own behavior was absurd and shook my head. Just then, the drawing room door opened and Guest walked in.

I quickly withdraw my hand and turn around, forming my usual relaxed curve on my lips. Ah, you've arrived. I wonder if your walk in the garden was enjoyable.