"Did you pick up a new hobby, sis?"

"A new hobby?"

"Stacking gifts. No matter how rich you are, what are you going to do with all that later?"

In front of us, in the backyard of the Crate family estate, was a literal mountain of gifts. It was piled so high that it nearly matched the height of the four-story mansion.

All of these were gifts sent to celebrate Diana's birthday. For about ten days, they had been arriving one by one, and by the day before her birthday—today—they had accumulated into a full mountain.

"…My dear, beloved brother. …