Illumi is greeted with a comfortable and familiar silence as he steps inside the family mansion. His eyes slowly droop, like those of a worn porcelain doll, as rare fatigue consumes him.
This moment would've been much more enjoyable without the stranger in the main hall. He reaches for the pins fastened to his top while thinking aloud. "Oh, what a pain. The butlers must be slacking off if they can't detect such an infiltration."
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