The only footsteps echoed on the tiles of Naslan, reverberating down the refurbished corridor. Lyle and Kevin headed to the dining room, all the while listening to Kevin's enthusiastic exclamations. Young Master Kevin held the Naslan Specter Maids in high regard, even after enduring the mental disdain from the head maid Monica. By the way, Monica's disdainful look also accidentally encompassed Lyle.
Kevin's maid mania struck Lyle as odd, and out of concern for his friend, Lyle inquired about it.
"Although people's interests are their own, Kevin, there's no future for you and a ghost."
"What are you talking about? I don't have that sort of idea."
"You are quite passionate about the specter maids, Mr. Single Nobleman."
"Because it's so easy to get along with them," Kevin looked back with a smile, the warm lights that came on after dusk retained warmth on his face, "I have few friends, Lyle, because of luck, you know."
