Ckrekk!
The main door swung open.
Aurielle appeared, dressed in a stylish formal uniform, clearly ready for work.
Her eyes fell on Al and the servant from a wrong angle—she saw them from behind Al.
The servant was sitting on the floor, leaning toward Al, while Al hovered slightly above him, hand on the man's cheek. Their faces were so close it looked… wrong.
A gesture subtle enough to keep her from noticing the drops of blood on the floor.
"HUAAAAA!!" Aurielle screamed, throwing her bag in their direction. "WHAT ON EARTH ARE YOU TWO DOING?!"
Startled, both Al and the servant jumped as the bag flew, hitting the servant and scattering to the floor.
They both quickly realized what Aurielle must have thought.
Al could only palm his forehead, while the servant—still in slight pain and limping—picked up Aurielle's bag and returned it.
