It's a Good Thing Lord Demon Got Dumped

The carriage ran along the road.

"Marquis Kraft, do you seem to be in a bad mood today?"

Count Macenas in the front seat asked.

They were on their way together to the Art Gallery where the Republican Faction Duke's solo exhibition was to be held.

Pastel, who had been sullenly looking outside, turned her head.

"Do I? I guess it's because I tend to sleep in during the mornings."

The Count glanced up at the sky.

"Morning passed quite a while ago."

The sun was high in the sky.

Duke Nastasya, enlightened enough to create the Republican Faction, had the flexibility to leisurely open her solo exhibition at lunchtime...