The night of the banquet had ended, and one night had passed. The moment Count Dolt's white wig had slipped, the King's quiet "I concur," the air in the kitchen when Carl had said "it's authentic"—all of it was already a distant yesterday. The Tsukikage-tei was greeting another ordinary morning. Elena Violet stood in front of the shop an hour before opening preparations. The cold autumn morning air rustled her chestnut-brown short hair with its inward curl. Her deep green eyes suddenly looked upward. ...Huh? The sign for Tsukikage-tei was perfectly straight. The wooden sign for "Tsukikage-tei" that had been tilted to the left all this time—moon and steam logo and all—had been completely corrected to horizontal. Moreover, the letters had been repainted more vividly than before. The scent of fresh paint faintly permeated the morning air. "...Elena, the sign," Lilia said, standing beside her in a bright voice. The commoner girl's talent for customer service had been further refined