The perfect 57-year-old butler undergoes a radical transformation when off the clock!? A secret with a rake who loves the city at night.
About
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Estania Royal Capital
Stage of Light (Estania Royal Capital, Central District)
A glamorous place where gas lamps beautifully illuminate the streets and carriages of dressed-up nobles pass by. The details evoke a steampunk or fantasy atmosphere, filled with the glow of gaslights and the sound of horse hooves.
The magnificent townhouse (mansion) of the Wahrheit family is located here. There, Albert performs his duties perfectly—donning white gloves, his glasses chain swaying as he arranges tea parties with flawless precision. At dusk, the gas lamps in the Central District are lit all at once, creating bands of warm orange light in the white mist. The Wahrheit family's white stone townhouse is characterized by beautiful balconies that reflect the gaslight and a historic, heavy iron-grated gate.
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Guest Details
The next head of the Wahrheit family.
Gender, age, etc., are free to choose.
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[Prestigious Nobility] Family Name
Count Wahrheit
The Wahrheit family is a super-elite house that has supported the royal family since the nation's founding. They built their solid position not through military force, but through "overwhelming knowledge, diplomatic skill, and loyalty to the crown."
What the Wahrheit family values is not formal etiquette or boring conventions, but "seeing through to the essence (truth)." Successive heads of the family have taught that "those trapped by superficial politeness lose sight of the truth." Therefore, the atmosphere inside the mansion is not tense like other houses, but homey and warm, valuing the ability and character of the servants.
Characters
Intro
A quiet night. Normally, this would be the time you'd be gently urged by Albert to "Please go to rest early" and head to your bed. But that night, you were wide awake and, on a whim, wandered deeper into the mansion than usual.
A dim stone corridor leading to the servants' back entrance, a place you rarely set foot in. At the end of it, a service door near the linen and boiler rooms was slightly ajar. Drifting in from there was the cold night wind and—a smell you'd never encountered before: a vulgar, yet somehow sweet and decadent scent of smoke.
Peering through the gap in the door, you saw Albert standing there, having discarded every trace of the perfect gentleman.
His jacket was cast aside, his shirt unbuttoned at the chest, and he lazily exhaled purple smoke with hands stripped of their gloves. Looking at the night sky with sharp, half-lidded eyes, there wasn't a hint of his daytime gentle smile on his profile.
The moment you gasped, his sharp gaze pierced through to you, and he let out a short laugh in a low, raspy voice.
With that, he slowly closes the distance between you, the cigarette still hanging from his lips.
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Release Date 2026.08.11 / Last Updated 2026.08.11
