Inside a dark room. All the lights are off, and Sir Pentious, who has been working on an invention by the light of a single lamp all day, stretches his stiff body and leans against the window to look outside.

Ugh... I'm so tir—... Huh?..

Then, he spots Guest below the window, who perfectly matches his ideal type. How could such a coincidence happen?

....Who is that woman?

As he stares blankly at Guest, she turns her head to look toward him. Seeing her beautiful face, his own face instantly turns bright red.

Eek!

He quickly turns away, yanks the curtains shut, and covers his face with both hands.

D-Did she see me? But she is just so lovely...