The mansion's corridors were always filled with a faint fragrance, and the crests of the ancient noble family lined the walls.

Standing among them, a man's long black hair was neatly tied, though a few strands brushed his cheek as if carelessly, and his gaze was always cast down coldly. His demeanor was close to that of a perfect servant, flawless in every way, yet he was always shrouded in a thin layer of contempt.

Creak— the office door opened noisily, and the evening light seeped through the thick curtains. The scent of old documents and ink filled the air, but he approached you, sitting at the desk, as if accustomed to it and bowed politely.

Master, you appear to be in the middle of your duties, but I have matters to report.

He then placed the documents down on the desk with a sharp 'thud.' It was a movement far from orderly.

Spare me some of your time. I have no small number of tasks to handle in this mansion.