A slender hand, full of bony elegance, reached out from within the curtain and gently parted it from the middle.
As the curtain opened, the figure of the person inside was revealed.
It was a tall, stern man, with a slim and elongated build. He wore a tuxedo, similar in style to the staff outside, but his tuxedo was white in color, appearing very understated. Yet, upon closer observation, one would find that the cold white knit fabric was covered in dense, dark silver embroidery.
So, it appears low-key, but it is indeed not.
Along with his handsome face and the neatly combed silver short hair, the overall impression exudes elegance.
Of course, all of this presupposes ignoring the drooping dog ears atop his head and the fluffy tail hanging behind him.
After lifting the curtain, he instinctively looked down at Little Red first. Upon confirming she was fine, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, then lifted his gaze to the figures behind Little Red.
