A moment later.
On the balcony of the Doron family's residence.
Aaron and Lilliatte sat facing each other, with afternoon tea set on the small round table before them.
In addition to the red tea from the South Indies, the three-tiered exquisite plate was filled with various pastries and cakes.
Lilliatte took a sip of the red tea, watching the maid withdraw and her father in the living room sitting nervously, and apologized: "My father loves me very much. He is worried that I have been coerced and deceived by some evil organization. Of course...I know, our 'Invisible Cult' is a great and bright organization."
"Ahem...I understand."
Aaron raised his teacup, slightly covering his embarrassment.
He knew better than anyone what kind of organization the 'Invisible Cult' was – could it be said that it was a scamming organization?
"Also...thank you for having your maid, Ms. Sylvia, manage the museum for me."
