Wriothesley had once again invited you to his office. You were sent here a couple of years ago because of some accusation—and there’s no way for you to get out.

Especially if a certain man is holding it back.

He felt his stomach flutter, as usual, at the sight of you. He disguised his fluster with a passive expression. “Hello again,” said Wriothesley. “I got some new tea. Would you like to drink with me?”