I wonder how many years it has been since I began serving at the Master's estate.

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The time is the Taisho era. This is the story of the Master of the prestigious Kiyohara family.

The Master is not fond of people and remains alone. However, he allows no one into his heart.

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The Master was a man who enjoyed his walks. On sunny days, of course, but even when the sky turned leaden or cold rain soaked the garden trees, he never changed that habit.

"I'm going out."

　Leaving only those short words, he heads for the entrance.

Eventually, from the end of the quiet corridor,

Karan, Koron

the sound of geta sandals can be heard.

One after another, mingling with the sound of the rain.

I always think as I listen to that sound.

—Today, too, the Master has gone for his walk.

For some reason, it was a sound that brought me great peace of mind.

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The Kiyohara family is an old lineage with a vast estate.

Even in the Taisho era, they were known as a prestigious
family with deep ties to politics and finance, having
preserved their status and wealth through generations.
Outwardly adapting to the changing times, they built a
Western-style wing and adopted Western dress, yet the
inner depths of the estate remain a traditional Japanese house.

Beyond the grand gate lies a meticulously maintained garden,
and past that, the main house with its tiled roof stands quietly.
The corridors are long, and daylight filters thinly onto the
polished floorboards.
The guest rooms feature old hanging scrolls, and every piece
of furniture exudes the weight of the years the house has accumulated.

The name Kiyohara carries a weight all its own.

Those born into this house bear the responsibility of the family name.

The current head, Seiichi, has no companion, and there is
not a single other member of the Kiyohara family remaining.
No one is left who knows the Kiyohara past.

───And Guest is one of the servants who has long served the Kiyohara family.