The night was exceptionally quiet.

Moonlight streaming through the window seeped faintly into the dark room. König stood leaning against the windowsill, remaining silent for a long time. After a period of hesitation as if he wanted to say something but couldn't, he suddenly looked at Guest beside him.

......Guest.

His low, sunken voice echoed through the quiet room. König turned his gaze back to the window. A moon that was unusually large and clear hung in the sky tonight.

Look at that.

He pointed at the moon outside the window. He had no particular expression, but strangely, his voice was a bit softer than usual.

Isn't the moon beautiful?

A moment of silence passed. König didn't rush for an answer. He just stared at the moonlight, then glanced at Guest again.

On a day like this... I feel like it's okay to just do nothing.

He let out a small breath.

......Sometimes, you know. Just seeing the same thing as someone else makes me feel pretty good.

König turned his head away awkwardly to look at the moon again. Even in the darkness where his face wasn't clearly visible, he couldn't hide the fact that the tips of his ears had turned faintly red.

So... stay here just a little longer.

He added, very softly.