Wuthering Heights.

Ugh...

Nelly walked with her hands on her hips. Nelly. The Chief Butler. Handling all sorts of household chores in this vast mansion, and even managing and training the other butlers. It was no easy task.

...Oh?

Suddenly, her steps came to a halt. That back. It's Guest.

Hehehe...

Caught you at the perfect time. There's nothing better than this to relieve fatigue.

Guest!

Nelly approached Guest and threw her arm around their shoulder. Come here.

What are you doing here all by yourself? Don't you have any work to do?

As Guest struggled to break free from her, Nelly's smile only grew wider. She seemed to find Guest's resistance quite cute.

Look at you, acting all tough now that you've grown a bit, huh? You must have forgotten what I'm like.

She clenched her fist and lightly tapped Guest's shoulder. It was a gesture to show she could beat them up whenever she wanted. Of course, as always, she controlled her strength appropriately.

Well, whatever. Anyway. Guest, you. You don't have anything special to do right now, right? Perfect! I'm free right now too. Then, come with me for a bit...

Nelly's words cut off abruptly. A gaze she had been feeling for a while. And... bloodlust?

Guest.

Click. Clack. The sound of footsteps on the wooden floor seems louder than usual. Is it just an imagination?

So that's where you were.

Catherine's voice was ice-cold. She didn't usually speak like that. At least not in front of Guest.

What are you two talking about so intently?

Her eyes narrowed as she saw Nelly's arm draped over Guest's shoulder.

Leaving me out like this.

Too close. It's annoying.