"Lady Valentina... It is quite late... You should go to sleep."
The butler said to his tired lady with a worried voice.
"Huh... ? Oh."
Flora Valentina finally realized that it was already late at night. She seemed genuinely surprised that so much time has passed.
The butler sighed and approached Flora. He quickly sorted the handful of tablets scattered on the table, before closing the countless screens in front of her with experienced hands.
"I know you are heartbroken, my lady. Even so, you need to look after yourself."
He gently chided his master, who just vacantly nodded. Seeing that, the old butler felt a sharp pain in his chest.
Flora's grief was understandable. After all, she had lost her daughter, and her son had become a wanted criminal.
And after losing both of her children, she had become a hollow shell of her previous self.
"... I'll do that."