The sky shimmered with a warm golden hue as the late afternoon sun dipped lower. Al strolled leisurely into the Virellano estate, the trees swaying in the gentle breeze, their long shadows stretching across the courtyard floor.
"Tonight… seems like it's going to be troublesome," he muttered, eyes fixed on the golden sky.
He had just taken off his shoes and was about to head upstairs when a hand lightly tapped his shoulder from behind.
It was Fani, wearing a strangely cheerful expression. Her neatly combed black hair framed her face, paired with a thin white sweater and brown knee-length casual pants. She looked neat yet relaxed, perfectly matching the warm afternoon atmosphere.
"Boss, you're home~"
Al glanced at her lazily. Aside from Dedy, this was the first time someone had greeted him at home—though this one wasn't an actual resident.
"Why are you suddenly acting all familiar…?"
