Stepping into his personal study, after traversing the rest of the estate, is like stepping into a different realm completely.

Books of a range of topics are strewn about the place — some open and even dumped face-down on the table — while paper of varying sizes are stacked atop each other to create a small parchment pillar.

When Ayato is working, not a single soul is to disturb him.

… With some exceptions.

“Yes?” He asks, without looking up from the document he’s reviewing, “What is it?”