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Kamui's expression didn't change after Delilah's kiss on the cheek. Not even after the Lymand boy had left. It wasn't until the mistress had gone to bed and he was alone in his own quarters that he let slender fingers brush against that cheek. Was it a diversion?

The next morning, Kamui woke up bright and early as always, looking at the time after setting the table. Eight o' clock. The mistress should've had enough sleep by now... He looked around the dining hall, looking for the maid.