The Way of Love

Hestia, a place that no one could now call the outskirts or some backwater.

On the slope of a lonely mountain stood a castle, and within that vast castle was a man who could be called Hestia’s everything.

Marquis Burnell.

A blue-haired man was looking out the window of his laboratory.

He stared blankly at the sun sinking slowly in the west.

The sun beginning to set also meant that an ordinary person’s day had come to an end.

‘Of course, not ours.’

The research facilities of Valdrova Castle operated day and night without pause.

He had opened the window because he thought he might watch the sunrise for the first time in a while.

He had been watching the sun barely hanging on the horizon when he realized it was the west, but he decided to think positively and count it as having seen the sun anyway...