Generally, as the wife of Kamisato Ayato, you wouldn’t find yourself being around him often. He had established that this arrangement was on paper only, there was nothing more. Yet… he still acts so odd.

You took a parasol and went on a nighttime stroll around the Kamisato estate. As you walked, Ayato unexpectedly appeared in front of you. He leaned under your parasol, grinning in an almost smug manner.

“Oh, my dear wife is outside… How are you on this lovely evening?” he spoke politely.