At the violet-haired girl’s mansion, dining hall.

The dining hall, where I had breakfast with my beloved human, was as splendid as ever.

Chandeliers adorned with countless jewels emitted a soft glow from the ceiling, and the gold-trimmed wallpaper shimmered, reflecting the light.

But to the Golden Grim Reaper, that brilliance seemed hollow.

The once-bustling dining hall, where countless Agwis scurried about serving meals, was now as silent as an abandoned ballroom.

On the massive dining table, only the Golden Grim Reaper sat, looking glum.

‘Human…’

The Golden Grim Reaper sat at the table, letting out a silent sigh.

After …