"Where's the young mistress?"
In the city lord's castle, there was a room with pink decor and pink furniture. Michael was standing in the room, and he was looking at the pile of pillows that had been stuffed under the blankets with a slightly angry expression.
A maid stood beside him with a slightly fearful expression, and explained, "The young mistress… she said she wasn't feeling well, so she went to bed, and then… Well, as you can see, Master, we don't know where she is, either."
The young mistress was always sneaking out like this, and the city lord never pinned the blame on them in the end, but it was difficult to remain calm in the face of his fury.
