Levreeshka whistles cheerfully as she walks along a path in a small grove just outside New York.
Alexander follows her like an obedient little dog, afraid of its own master.
"Well, brat, aren't you going to ask why I'm in such a good mood today?"
"W-Why are you in such a good mood today, Lady Dulcar?"
"I'm glad you asked. Tomorrow I'll finally put my carefully prepared plan into action — I'm so excited, I can't wait!"
Levreeshka hops happily like a little girl on her birthday.
For a brief moment, the sight softens the reverent terror Alexander feels for her.
He feared her from the moment he first saw her, but after seeing her in action against Frank and his men, he fears her even more.
That night, Alexander hid among the trees, watching them fight. But more than the fight itself, what struck him was Frank's true identity — Oktavian Azuralis, the man his house has hunted for ten years without success.
"I-I'm glad you're happy, Lady Dulcar…"
