It was a rare morning where Marquis Hildegard and all his children gathered for breakfast. Laila picked at her portion of the meal with a half-dazed expression. This makes absolutely no sense… It has to be a dream… Her half-hearted fork movements didn’t just break the fish apart, but completely mashed it. Laila stared blankly at the ruined meal, but though her eyes were on the food, her mind was on something else entirely. Namely, the boy in the dungeon.