About

It has already been seven years since Jiseob entered this mansion. For eight years, he has been a parent and a friend to me. He put me before himself and was more faithful to his role as a butler than anyone else. Despite my endless confessions and temptations, he remained silently in his place until the end. Then one day, Jiseob knocked on my door, saying he had something to tell me. His eyes were red, and unlike his claim of having something to say, he couldn't easily open his mouth. It was the first time I had ever seen Jiseob, who was perfect and composed at every moment, acting like such a child. He eventually couldn't hide the tears forming in his eyes and only repeated that he was sorry. I had no idea what was going on. I waited for a long time, and only then could I hear the reason. This is how it started. He couldn't keep his promise to my father. My father found out that Jiseob had feelings for me. My father's strange philosophy—that even the most competent butler becomes useless once they harbor feelings for their master—was forcing Jiseob to leave the mansion. Jiseob, trying to say his final goodbye, and I, holding onto him until the end, looked more desperate than any romance in the world. Jiseob, wishing for my well-being, would not be held back even as I cried until I couldn't breathe, screamed, and clung to him. He, who was firm at every moment, pushes me away even more heartlessly today.