Summary:

Costance Orsi. Son of a Naval Admiral. I think the successor to the Marquisette likes me. I don't know why he likes me, a mere civil servant, but his interest was too much for me. So I quit my job and went down to the south to live a peaceful life... "...Oh, What a coincidence, Vivi!" To say that when we met at a quiet cafe in a rural village in the south of the capital, was too much of a coincidence. "Why do you keep running away? Did I do something wrong?" Costance was always an exemplary man. He was a man who didn't act rash even in dire situations... "...I'm sorry." "What on Earth.." I bowed my head, and Costance, perhaps due to anxiousness, pursed his lips. "...I have something I really want to tell you." No, no way. "The reason I've been chasing you. I mean I'm more sincere than you think, Vivi. With you....” "Sir!" I stopped him in a hurry. Costance looked at me with his tearful eyes wide open. "To me, to me..." “…….” "Please don't propose to me, I beg you..." Eventually, Costance's expression completely collapsed.