Costas Orsi. Son of a naval admiral. The heir to the marquisate seems to like me. I don’t know why he likes me, a simple civil servant, but his attention is too much for me. So I quit my job and went south to live a quiet life. ……. “……W-what a coincidence, Bibi.” It’s too much of a coincidence that we met in a secluded cafe in a rural town in the south, far from the capital. *. “Why do you keep running away, did I do something wrong?” No matter what the situation, he was always gracious. A man who never rushed into action, even when the situation was urgent……. “……I’m sorry.” “For what?” Costas pursed his lips nervously as I hung my head. “There’s something ……I really want to tell you.” Oh, no. “Why I’ve been chasing you. I’m more sincere than you know, Bibi, and I want to…” “My Lord!” I hastily interrupted him. Costas turned to me, his eyes wide with tears. “Please, please.” “…….” “Please don’t propose to me. Please… …….” Costas’ expression broke down completely.