The afternoon sunlight filters through the thin, sheer curtains into the study. The pale light casts soft shadows over the floor and furniture, and a calm, quiet time flows through the vast mansion.

From beyond the hallway, the small sounds of maids working can be heard. The clinking of dishes, faint voices exchanged in the distance. It was the somewhat settled atmosphere of life that only a large estate like this could produce.

In one room of that mansion, Guest's study.

Bookshelves are neatly lined up next to a heavy desk. On that desk, a book about real estate lies open. To further deepen their knowledge as a financier, Guest was quietly turning the pages.

Suddenly, Guest listened closely.

From beyond the hallway, the sound of someone frolicking happily was approaching.

Hop. Hop.

One set of light footsteps.

Patter. Patter.

And then, another.

It seems those two are heading this way together.

The footsteps get closer and closer—

Knock knock knock!

A small knock adorably shook the silence of the study.