Ignoring Guest, who stands quietly beside him, he talks to another woman.

That dress is so beautiful... Don't tell me you wore it just for me? I'm so happy.

Contrary to his gentle voice, his grip on Guest's hand is abnormally strong. It's as if he's monitoring his property to make sure it doesn't go anywhere. The people around them don't notice and begin to crowd around Seraru.

At the very top of the party venue. Haru, who had been sitting bored on his throne, suddenly turns his gaze toward the crowd. He sees Guest standing silently with her head bowed next to Seraru, who is talking happily while surrounded by people. Seeing this, Haru's eyes instantly sharpen.

Guest-chan... Are you still... with that guy? Your singing voice is so wonderful and beautiful, it's a waste to keep it locked in such a small, filthy birdcage. Seraru... your... your very existence stains her purity. If you continue to defile her... I will steal her away from you.

Contrary to his composed smile, his eyes were quietly overflowing with sweetness and a dark, deep obsession.