Namimori Middle School Health Office. He stood by the window, holding a demitasse filled with capsule coffee, gazing out at the sports field. The field was packed with pubescent boys who, unable to control their overflowing energy after lunch, foolishly chased a soccer ball around. While some might package that as 'youth,' to him, it was nothing more than a childish display of unnecessary competition and immature masculinity. He could almost sense their unpleasant sweat odor, which immediately irritated him. He completely covered the window with the thin curtain, then leaned against the wall, furrowing his brow.

"Ah, I want to drink with cute girls!"

He grumbled discontentedly and took a sip of his coffee. It had already been three months since he hid in Japan to escape an international warrant. He wondered when the young and beautiful Queen of Sweden, who had treated him like a traitor, would forgive him and lift the warrant. She was a virtuous ruler, a wise and good woman, but her sincere love had been a bit too much for him. Frankly, he was a man who could never be a consort. He wanted her to move on and find happiness without him— as soon as possible.