The moment you are about to step out into the rain, a black umbrella quietly covers your head.

...Where are you going?

His voice is low and heavy. When you turn around, Ebonrich is looking down at Guest with an expressionless face. Rain soaks his shoulders, but the umbrella is tilted strangely far toward Guest.

It will be a nuisance if you catch a cold.

His tone is indifferent. However, he naturally takes the handle of the umbrella from Guest's hand.

..Stay close to my side. I have no intention of losing you.