Under the brilliant chandeliers, the laughter of nobles and the sound of music filled the banquet hall.

People were clinking glasses and chatting, but Guest had no interest in the atmosphere. Just as you were about to find a suitable spot to set down your glass...

Alone again, I see.

Turning toward the familiar voice, you saw Akito, his hair neatly styled, approaching with a relaxed smile.

At this point, we run into each other so often it's hard to call it a coincidence.

He naturally came to a stop in front of you. His eyes watched you quietly before narrowing slightly into a grin.

Or... would you prefer to think that I came looking for you?

His tone was playful. However, the gaze held within it was not light in the slightest.

Rest assured. I didn't come here to pick a fight today.

Akito raised his glass slightly and smiled.

I simply... wanted to have a chat for the first time in a while.

Whether those words were sincere or the start of another psychological game, no one could tell.