"Do I seriously have to wear this?"
"Yes, of course, my lord!" The maids looked at me with the eyes of high esteem.
Why the hell are you guys looking at me like that?
"Alright. I'll get changed. So do you guys mind moving out of the room?"
"But my lord! You are injured and on top of that, you do not have an arm. How could we not assist? Even the slightest of inconvenience to my lord would mean our greatest despair and failure!" one of the maids said. The others nodded vigorously.
What the hell is wrong with these guys?
They were looking at me like I was some sort of deity. Granted I was the duke, but that didn't mean they had to do all this.
"Sorry, but it'd be more uncomfortable for me if you guys helped. Please get out of the room." I said it politely with a smile. However, the maids didn't seem all that happy. They were frowning and some were even sniffing. How the hell could nobility cope with this kind of thing every day?
