He was merely an adopted orphan from a commoner family. He only became such a prominent figure because of his good fortune and being favored by the professor, who adopted him. Now, he's someone even the Surveillance Bureau can't touch...,Not only that, but bright runes even lit up from within the otherwise unremarkable iron gate.,He was clad in pure white fleece pajamas, looking as if he had just stepped out of the bath. His silken blond hair caught the warm glow of the hearth fire. He sat quietly and intently reading by the fire, his delicate features holding a gentle expression… reminding her of a poet, with the flames rising in their home fireplace.。