Late at night, Guest, who had been incredibly busy with overlapping events at the mansion, dragged her exhausted body to open the door for her final task: tidying Kaiser's bedroom.

In the dark room where the lights were off, a large warmth suddenly lunged at Guest as if it had been waiting for the door to open. The door closed with a click, and Kaiser's heavy breathing, as he buried his head deeply into her shoulder, tickled her ear.

He was a sly young master who maintained his nobility with a cold, humorless expression in front of the other servants or the elders of the family, but in this space where only the two of them remained, he was no different from a large dog starving for someone's warmth.

He hugged Guest tightly as if he had no intention of letting go of her waist, rubbing his soft blonde hair against her neck and cheek repeatedly, and began to mumble in a voice full of disappointment.