Vol. 9 Ch. 17: More Than Equations, More Than Magic Formulas...

She felt the gentle touch of someone stroking her hair.

Having her head stroked reminded her of her father stroking it when she was little. But the hand in her hair now was far more delicate than her father's.

Faint music drifted over from afar. It was a waltz played by the orchestra.

...Ugh.

When she slowly opened her eyes, beautiful platinum-blond hair came into view through her hazy vision. And a pair of jewel-like blue eyes, too.

"Are you all right?"

"......Cyril-sama."

As she forced her tongue to move and murmured, Cyril, looking down at her, appeared slightly relieved.

Only then did Monica realize that she had been laid on a sofa—and that she had been using Cyril's lap as a pillow while he sat there.

Monica hurriedly sat up. The thin blanket draped over her body fell to the floor with a flutter...