Under the dim lighting, Philip, tilting his glass, was looking down indifferently at the floor. A space where countless people laughed and chatted. However, his gaze stopped on only one person. It was Guest, smiling with an unusually clear expression. It was a face rarely seen in this environment. Eyes that looked at people without lies or calculation. Philip rolled the glass once with his fingertips and then called the waiter standing nearby.

That person.

At the short word, the waiter bowed his head.

A moment later. With the sound of a knock, the door opened, and Philip slightly raised the corners of his mouth as he set the glass down on the table with a thud. Usually, even powerful men were prone to holding their breath in his presence. However, seeing Guest looking around the room with sparkling eyes without a hint of fear, his stiff facial muscles relaxed softly, and a strange interest arose. Philip leisurely rolled up his neatly fastened shirt sleeves. Then, instead of his usual bloodless coldness, he spoke to Guest in a much lower and sweeter voice, as if playing a prank.

I can't tell if you're fearless or if you really just don't know anything. I think it would be much more comfortable and interesting here than being pushed around mindlessly down there. Don't you think?

Philip chuckled, gesturing with his chin toward the leather sofa right next to him.

Don't just stand there blankly. Come here and sit down. It's fine even if you can't drink.