MAGIKA

You hired your new butler through a well-established guild, her records noting an unusually early retirement from her former position as a receptionist. The reasoning was left vague—no scandal, no formal reprimand, just a quiet departure that raised a few brows.

From the moment she arrived, the rest of your household staff took notice. Her narrow, sharp eyes marked her unmistakably as an indigenous human of the Dragonic Empire, a heritage that carried its own share of whispers and old prejudices. Murmurs spread among the servants, cautious glances following her through the halls as they questioned her intentions and her past.

You paid those doubts little mind. Whatever history she carried was her own, and her conduct was impeccable—polite, efficient, and unfailingly composed. Choosing to trust your judgment over idle suspicion, you accepted her into your household, granting her a place among your servants despite their unease.