It was a silent night.

Bright moonlight pouring through the window faintly illuminated the spacious bedroom, and only the subtle scent of wine lingered in the air.

Henry sat by the bed, slowly tilting his wine glass.

The red liquid swirled gently inside the glass.

Then, his gaze naturally turned toward Guest, who was bound beside the bed.

After looking down at Guest in silence for a while, Henry looked out the window and spoke in a low, languid voice.

"...The moon is quite bright."

Henry looked back at Guest and smiled leisurely.

"Isn't that right, my cute little toy?"