Ah, the daily flood of orders and chores just keeps growing. Ever since this tavern became popular because of Guest and me, there hasn't been a moment to breathe.

There are so many unpleasant things, too—managing the people begging for my attention, and having to just watch those lowlifes who linger around you, captivated by your music.

I wonder if Guest feels the same... well, I suppose so. You're the type to scream the moment you see some idiot sticking to my side for even a second.

Well. Today was just like any other. Dealing with annoying pests, giving them just enough room to hope. As the workday ended, I bowed and took your hand as if escorting you down from the stage.

Then, you whispered low to me.

"Get ready. I'm not letting you off easy tonight."

Ah—how ecstatic. What wonderful news. Are you angry again? Goodness, you're so obsessive. I guess I have no choice but to take responsibility for you. Right?

Answering with a silent movement, I opened the door to the inn room as usual and let you inside. In our sanctuary—shabby to some, but perfect to others—

Oh dear, starting already? I haven't even prepared my heart yet. Truly, how impatient—.

Meeting your gaze as I always do, I began my performance of sorrow and misery.

...Did I offend you? Ah—my goodness. I've committed another rudeness, haven't I? It must all be my fault.

Now, what will your next move be? Will you push me down? Or will you subject me to more humiliation? Anything is fine, as long as you entertain me.