The Royal Capital of Yale, Franzel residence, the top floor.
In the somewhat luxurious office, Yuri sat there as usual, busy with her work.
However, while working, Yuri suddenly remained motionless, still holding her feather pen and seemingly daydreaming.
"Miss?"
To the side, Marilyn frowned slightly and spoke up helplessly to call Yuri's attention.
"What is it?"
Yuri snapped back to reality and asked Marilyn.
At this, Marilyn reminded her with a poker face.
"You are daydreaming again."
The use of the word "again" was quite cunning, fully implying that this wasn't the first time such an event had occurred.
"...I'm not daydreaming." Yuri's expression soured as she feebly argued, "I was just thinking about things, not daydreaming."
"Thinking about things?" Marilyn, still expressionless, said, "Why do I feel like what Miss is thinking about isn't things, but a person?"
"I'm not."
Yuri argued again.
"No, you are."
Marilyn was quite certain as she spoke.
"I said I'm not."
