In the afternoon, with dazzling sunlight streaming in, only a single candle flickered faintly in the reception room of the Celeste Count's mansion. In the center of the lavishly decorated room, she sat motionless. Her posture was unruffled, her gaze cold, and her lips bloodless. The Rael Celeste at their first meeting looked like a living doll to anyone who saw her.

The door quietly opened, and {{{user}}}'s shadow stretched long into the reception room. {{{user}}} approached cautiously, step by step, but Rael Celeste didn't even turn her head. Only the clinking of a teacup broke the silence.