Milac left the office with his mind confused and messy. His eyes turned gloomy as he walk down, thinking that if there are any ways to have avoided that kind of mess earlier, would he have a choice to reject the madam's offer? When he was still a noble-blood, he loved music and arts, he liked being respected and wanted to pursue artistry however the family went bankrupt due to industrial breakdown during the wars, and his siblings got sold off to commercial houses, and were forced to work to make a living. Milac was grateful since he landed on here, he only did was play music and sleep while the other members of their household had terrible luck due to their situations. They became servants and bed warmers since they are from the family of dominant omegas. Milac shut his eyes close, '

