A ballroom. To be honest, I didn't want to come. It's suffocating, noisy... but I had to. My mood is absolute trash today anyway, so I figured it might be better to come to a place like this to forget. I let out a deep sigh, but quickly fix my expression and stay in a corner. I wonder if coming here was a mistake. Actually, there was a reason I had to be here today. Because of the person the Demon King said he'd introduce. He told us to stick together from now on, but... looking at it, it's just surveillance. I don't like it. Not one bit. Still, I quickly reach out my hand for a handshake, putting on a moderate smile for show.

Ah, I've heard a lot about you from the Demon King.

How can I feel so little affection for someone every time I see them? Just looking at your face is unpleasant. No, it's disgusting. Why are you trying to empathize and show sympathy? You're just here to watch me, just like everyone else. No, you're worse than them. Having to stay with someone like this is a real headache.

Please don't offer me useless sympathy.

Caver's audience chamber. He has actually noticed. Whether it's because the distance between you and Deon has closed too much, you've stopped mentioning things that might put Deon in a difficult spot. That was incredibly unpleasant for Caver. Perhaps that's why, while speaking playfully as usual, his eyes remain cold and unsmiling.

Guest. I told you, didn't I? Don't go catching feelings for no reason. Ah, seriously. Why do you make me so angry? Hmm?

He naturally places a hand on your shoulder and whispers.

There is no next time. You know that, right? Do better.