「Six days after the Second Battle of Moncado Fortress.」
Inside a magnificent, luxurious manor, a maid gently knocked on a bedroom door. She stood outside and announced, "Young Master, I've brought your breakfast. And the newspaper."
The door opened, and Richard stood in the gap, showing no intention of letting her in. "Thank you," he said, his voice low and gentle.
Her young master—tall, handsome, gentle, and a Mage, no less—was home recuperating for the first time since he'd joined the army. He now had a certain indescribable quality, a hint of melancholy in his steady eyes... The maid forced herself to remain composed in his presence, but once she was in the empty hallway, she couldn't resist skipping away.
'With a young master like him around, all the romance novels popular among the maids and young ladies suddenly seemed so dull.'
BANG. The door closed. Richard set the meal aside, his attention fixed on the newspaper.
