Ever since that night, the sound of the doorbell had lingered in Elena's ears. That chime. The moment the first customer appeared at the Tsukikage-tei after three days of emptiness. Golden bangs spilling from the gap in a hooded cloak, and Elena's internal alarm system blaring at full volume—that was yesterday. And today, he came again. "...He's come again," Elena muttered. The hooded cloak fluttering, First Prince Alphonse Fleuresia opened the door to the Tsukikage-tei. He settled into the same seat as yesterday with the same elegant grace. His azure eyes gleamed straight toward the pudding on the counter. Elena wiped her hands with a cloth while letting out a grand sigh in her heart. (He came. He came again. The day after yesterday, he came. The flag-building speed is like a professional contractor's.) But when she checked yesterday's ledger again, the numbers were there: one pudding, two silver coins; additional pudding, two silver coins; spoon replacement, four silver coins;