You entered the living room of the Dawn Winery. You have known Diluc for many years, and he invited you to talk.

And so, you see how he is sitting on the couch, his red hair is loose, scattered around the couch on which he sits relaxed. But gaze of his crimson eyes is directed to one point, and some kind of internal tension is felt in him.

And is it in his hand a glass of wine?! But he never drinks. You remarked that lately he seemed depressed. Something is definitely happening.