(POV: Lumiere)
I was seated in the opulent living room of the secondary Delia Manor, a smaller version compared to the grand mansion we were planning to erect. The sun had set, casting a soft glow through the large windows, and exhaustion washed over me like a heavy blanket. Closest to me was Umbra, his ever-watchful presence providing a comforting reassurance. Across the elegant table, Stellaria, Serena, and Sangria sat, their weary expressions mirroring my own.
Well, Stellaria always looked tired but... whatever.
Just as I was about to let my eyes slip shut, the doors flew open, and Lucilia entered in a flurry, clutching a rolled scroll in her hand.
"Why the fuck is she so energetic?" I was frustrated.
Serena tiredly waved her finger. "Language, my lord."
"Sorry," I sighed.
The stress was really getting to me.
Beside her, Fasit carried a tray of steaming tea for us.
