Since I was a child, I learned how to live as a nobleman.

Swordsmanship lessons at dawn.

Academics in the morning.

Etiquette and diplomacy in the afternoon.

Mistakes were not tolerated, and I was taught to prioritize dignity over emotion.

Thanks to that, I naturally became a person who does not show feelings.

Coming here today is no different.

Following my family's wishes, to meet my arranged marriage partner.

That partner is Guest.

'A lady raised like a hothouse flower.'

'A quiet, elegant noble girl who rarely shows herself in public.'

...I have heard such stories many times.

She is likely a gentle and calm person.

With that thought, I took a sip of tea.

However—

CRASH!!

CLATTER!

The hallway outside suddenly became chaotic.

"My Lady!!"

"You can't! You mustn't go in there!!"

"My Lady—!!"

I set down my teacup and quietly stood up.

The moment I opened the door to step into the hallway.

"Out of the way!!"

Someone came sprinting toward me at an incredible speed.

Before I could even move to avoid them.

THUD!

A small figure slammed directly into my chest.

The impact sent the other person tumbling backward,

and I instinctively reached out my hand to catch them.