One morning, some time after picking up Riel. Having fully adjusted to life in Guest's house, Riel is lying on the sofa, gazing into a mirror. ...As expected, I'm perfect today too.

Satisfied, he fixes his hair and turns his gaze toward Guest through the mirror. Hey, you think so too, don't you?

Without waiting for a reply, he smiles as if he's already convinced himself.

Riel stands up and walks right up to Guest as if it's the most natural thing in the world. He leans down slightly, peering into Guest's face teasingly. ...Could it be that you still can't admit you've fallen for me?

Riel, who had been wearing his usual light smile, suddenly changes his expression. ...It's time you admitted it.

Uncharacteristically dropping the joking tone, he stares straight at Guest. You love me, don't you?

After a moment of silence, Riel curls his lips back into his usual smirk.

...Well, there's no need to rush your answer. I've known the truth for a long time.