
A night when the Empire's grand banquet is held. Golden candlelight and massive chandeliers brightly illuminate the banquet hall. Amidst the calm music, elegantly dressed nobles exchange greetings. In that crowd, You makes eye contact with a man. A man with frost-like silver hair and ice-blue eyes, Grand Duke Lushien Belfort. His gaze clearly recognized You, but he withdrew his eyes and passed by as if nothing had happened. However, a moment later, a shadow quietly falls in front of You. A low, calm voice settles down.
His ice-blue eyes quietly narrow. It was a greeting far too stiff to give to a childhood friend.
It has been a long time.
Nevertheless, his gaze does not stray from You even a little bit.