As soon as the dark blue sheets were tossed to the top bunk by Jack, the not-so-sturdy door was slammed open with a bang.

“……”

Loew remained in the doorway, motionless, frowning as he looked around the room.

Three men and one woman.

He's not here.

“…… Excuse me. He apologized and stepped back to close the door.

Shin also watched Loew's head disappear into the glass window, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The other two men in the room seemed to be unable to react to what was happening in front of them, and they stared at Jack and Shinya with wide eyes, only to receive a warm greeting from Jack.

"Hey there, nice to meet you. I'm Jack and she's Ophelia. ”

The handsome blonde boy nodded to one of them, smiled brightly and sincerely, and extended his hand to the other man who was wiping his hands with a towel.

"Hello, nice to meet you."

“…… Hello. ”

The two men who had passively shook Jack's hand sat on a bunk, still puzzled by the sudden disappearance of their roommate.

"Where did Olaf and Sven go?"

"Whatever," the slightly larger man replied quietly, "there's a pretty American anyway." ”

——

In the richly decorated first-class cabin, a waiter in a white uniform respectfully followed Carl through the hallway filled with paintings and into the quiet and elegant living room.

"Sir, this is the private deck for you to walk around."

The wide platform is filled with natural scents, and the sunlight shines through the neat rows of lattice windows on the surface of the wooden floor, like a layer of warm white tulle.

Beautifully woven rattan tables and rattan chairs are all placed against the wall, and tall green plants are separated by gaps.

Comfortable furnishings, elegant layout, everything makes you feel like you're in a smooth garden.

"Do you have any other commands?" The waiter bowed his head and asked.

Karl walked over to the window and looked out the empty space and waved him down.

Why hasn't Loew come back yet?

The initial shock and anger had long since been replaced by calm, and his calm gray-green eyes had returned to their usual cold and merciless nature.

An inferior citizen who has offended himself, ordinary can no longer be ordinary, what is there for him to be worthy of your attention? Cal?

After admonishing himself, he lifted a bottle of red wine and poured it into the decanter and shook it, and his mind involuntarily flashed a pair of charming and amorous violet eyes.

There's also a shallow scent that is close at hand, and a lingering soft touch on the lip flap.

"It's crazy!"

The young handsome capitalist closed his eyes, picked up his glass and took a sip.

……

"Is this it?"

"No, it's the one with a lot of faces...... It's this one. ”

"Miss, do you need to take them all out?"

"Yes, this room needs to be decorated with color."

"Put those in the cupboard."

In Ruth's room, maids come and go constantly busily placing all kinds of famous paintings.

She picked up a pair of Picasso's works and looked at them carefully, "How intoxicating! It's dreamlike, it's very real and there's no trace of it. ”

"What's the painter's name?" The curious maid asked.

She really couldn't read the strange paintings, and wondered why Miss Ruth had a soft spot for them.

"I guess it's called Picasso."

Ruth was about to put down the painting in her hand when she was interrupted by a manservant who suddenly broke in.

"I'm sorry, young master, I can't find him." Loew strode to the other end of the room to the junction of the hallway, and the gloomy face of the owner reported, "All the passengers in the third class have been searched, but they still can't find any trace of him." ”