If your daughter, still school-aged, brings home a boyfriend, how would you feel?
Haruka Yuzan didn't know, but... looking at the expression of the dignified man in front of him, he could guess a little. He asked himself if the roles were reversed, he might have already started considering where in Tokyo Bay to "sleep with the fishes."
Green hills, clear waters, a torii-styled garden architecture stands erect in the middle of the lake.
A few people gathered around a stone table, seated in the courtyard.
Light yellow tea poured from the spout of the pot, held by slender, delicate hands. A mature and composed beautiful woman kneeled at one side, her kimono, worn on her body, had an unspoken elegance and nobility.
"Mr. Haruka, please enjoy the tea,"
"Thank you, Lady Otome,"
Haruka Yuzan took the teacup from Lady Otome's hand, the tea's ripples reflecting the gentle and handsome features of his face, as well as Otome Mizuko sweetly latching onto Haruka's arm beside him.