The atmosphere in each mansion was different, but in some places, just talking during work could get you fired.

One of the virtues of a servant is silence, for fear that the secrets of the mansion may spill out into the world. That's why.

She leaned in, listening intently.

"Isn't it the first time the young master has brought a woman home?"

But upon hearing the next words, she instinctively locked up.

"What? The first time?"

She raised her head, and her reflection on the bathroom mirror revealed a stunned expression.

"The first time, you say?"

Her mind began to race.

"He must have met women before. After all, he is the heir to the Urseau family."

Without realizing it, Leila nodded her head. Yes, he is the heir to the Urseau family, so it's unlikely that this is his first time.

If this really is his first time, then I...

"Do you think the young master is capable of meeting women like that?"

"He has a different side to him than what others see. He is discreet."

But Leiila knew.

Arcangelo Urseau is not the type of person who recklessly meets and dallies with women.

He is not the type of person who can live licentiously and shamelessly without feeling any remorse towards others.

She felt her legs give out.

"This is bad."

For everyone, the first time is special.

And if they had lived a life where they couldn't even imagine it until then, it would be all the more memorable.

Leila lowered herself onto the seat, contemplating.

"How extraordinary would it be for a woman who had always felt different from everyone else to experience her first time?" she murmured.

"Please," she clasped her hands together, "tell me it isn't my first time."

It couldn't be. Absolutely not.

* * *

Arcangelo placed his silverware down.

"Why are you staring at me like that since this morning?"

"I wasn't staring."

Leila glanced away from him and moved her utensil slightly.

"If it wasn't staring, then why did you keep glaring at me like I've done something wrong?"

This whole situation was so uncomfortable, Arcangelo couldn't bear to look at her.

His gaze kept wandering to the spot where he had bitten and sucked on her yesterday.

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"It was so soft."

Arcangelo unconsciously furrowed his brow as he recalled last night, but when he heard Leila's nonchalant response, he quickly composed himself.

"I'm sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable by staring. I was just worried about the strange occurrence last night."

He didn't know how Leila felt about it, but Arcangelo had a restless night. He kept thinking about it.

He even had a dream where he was thrusting into her while sucking on her soft lips.

"I'm not some horny bastard, what is wrong with me?"

That was why Arcangelo's gaze drifted away from Leila and towards the wall slightly beside her.

"How are you feeling today?"

"Not bad."

“It’s not even a good thing,” he said.

His appearance was noticeably strange. However, Leila was not in her right mind to notice that fact.

“I’ll contact the investigative agency.”

“What?”

“We need to re-examine the situation with Prosecutor Urse.”

“Is that necessary?”

“Well, I think there may be a strong emotional connection to the sudden disturbance. I want to check it out.”

“Emotions?”

“Yeah.”

He pretended to be casual as he looked into Leila's eyes, making an effort not to lower his gaze beneath hers.

“Perhaps it's because he's constantly under attack, but Prosecutor Urse seems to be getting more sensitive.”

“That's...”

“Don't be angry, just listen. When Prosecutor Urse's emotions get intense, it seems to have a negative impact on his health.”

“...”

“Think about it.”

Arcangelo remembered when he suddenly became ill last night.

He was angry and annoyed. It was because she had tried to go outside at night.

She was annoyed that he tried to stop her, causing him to become even more upset. He felt like a loser, turning his insides upside down.

She felt like she might burst into tears again as she recalled what she had said.

"Calm down."

But was he wrong?

No. Arcangelo Urseau had indeed been defeated that day. Despite the fact that he was supposed to die, he had been spared by the mercy of Leila Cassilia.

She was right. He was nothing more than a dog, unable to admit his defeat and barking loudly.

"Calm down, Arcangelo Urseau."

A small but firm hand wrapped around his hand. As her wave flowed in, his turbulent emotions subsided, and his body relaxed.

"In a fight, the defeated one simply dies."

The reason why he survived even though he had lost was simply that the maker of 121 had spared him.

It was because of Leila Cassilia who spared his life instead of killing him, with a wicked intention to give him even greater humiliation.

And thanks to Leila Cassilia, who didn't hesitate to give her body to save him.

"... Detective Cassilia is right."

He was a pitiful loser. He was living with that theme, complaining to others and making them feel uncomfortable.

"Oh, come on. Get a grip!"

Slap. He felt a slight but painful impact on both cheeks. He sensed someone behind him gasping for breath.

"Sorry. I kept having weird thoughts. It could make my condition worse."

He had been slapped on the cheek many times. As the successor of Urseau and as a detective, he had been slapped countless times.

But this was the first time he had received such a clean hit.

Unconsciously, he looked at her lips. He wanted to kiss her. He wanted to absorb the waves inside her. Suddenly, he felt that desire.

"Am I going crazy?"

He sprang up from his seat with a start.

“Please, go ahead.”

If he stayed here any longer, he was afraid he would forget there were people around and give in to his desires.

He quickly exited the restaurant, but Leila had definitely seen it. His ears, now flushed with red.

“...So, I guess I messed up, huh?”

She covered her face with her hands.

“There's no point in being cruel now that I've gained my composure!”

If there were no one around, she would have wanted to sink to the ground. She lowered her head and let out a silent chuckle.

Ha, ha, ha.