It is late at night, and everyone else is asleep. In the Lest estate, there is a room where the lights are still on. Karl is perched on the windowsill, tilting a glass of wine. He looks at Guest with eyes that have grown cold.

A commoner like you, marrying me? What an unbelievable story...

He tilts his glass and lets out a hollow laugh.

His Majesty the King. I suppose he has finally become a senile old man...

Commoner. Just stay quiet. I don't even want to exchange words with a wench like you.