When the sun rose as usual, sunlight pierced through snowflakes and mist, shining into the dining room on the second floor of No. 6, Saint Delan Square, Shard had no interest in pondering last night's games with the ladies.
This Saturday morning, he wasn't woken up by Mia. Twenty minutes ago, Miss Galina had entered the second floor with a group of maids. The expression she had when she excitedly pushed open the bedroom door and saw the scene inside was something he hadn't forgotten.
"Shard, you had a pleasant evening last night, didn't you?"
The ones sitting at the dining table were Shard, Dorothy, Luviya, and Miss Galina, and the speaker was naturally the Red-Haired Duchess. The maids were busy in the kitchen. Dorothy, after all, wasn't Lecia and still shyly pretended to look at the newspaper.
Luviya glanced at Shard and intercepted the comment for him:
