On the day she heard that her fiancé—whom she believed without doubt to be her first and last love—had gone missing, Lady Agert Irone lost many things.
Her life, her will and desire to live, her laughter, her health, and even her voice.
Only hope, like shackles, gave her meaningless days one after another.
If only she could sink into the abyss and be consumed until she reached where he was……
Then one day, a butler appeared out of nowhere and began to torment her.
“My lady, the sunshine is lovely today. Would you care for a walk?”
How annoying, how tiresome.
“The chef has created a masterpiece—raspberry macarons. Sweet things tend to lift one’s spirits.”
Please just leave me alone.
“Hey, do you think your fiancé will return if you keep whimpering and burrowing into the ground? Pull yourself together.”
……What?
The new butler must be insane.
“……is what your fiancé in heaven would lament, my lady.”
This butler with his million-dollar smile—I want to fire him.
