The next morning, perhaps the strangest group of people I had ever seen gathered at the breakfast table. Rubiella, Enoch, and Angela sat next to each other, occasionally exchanging awkward glances, clearly unsure of what to talk about.
It was the first time the three of them had been together, which made the atmosphere even more tense. The only sounds were the clinking of cutlery and the slight creaking of chairs.
Fortunately, none of this affected me. Unlike the others, I felt exceptionally wonderful. It seemed as if the air in the room was filled with lightness and anticipation of something good. The only thing missing was birds singing outside the window to make the morning truly perfect.
I eagerly awaited good news from the butler. Edison left the estate last night and had not yet returned. It seemed that the old man took my request to find an aristocratic family as quickly as possible very seriously.
While I was lost in my thoughts, the man next to me cleared his throat.
