After I toured the new servants around the mansion and painstakingly explained the modern devices in it, I told everyone that I would be talking to one of them in private. There was something interesting that I noticed in her, so I immediately went into her and asked for details.
"I am here, Master."
When the door opened, a curvaceous woman with light gray hair, which was tied in a ponytail over her shoulder, made her entrance. She showed her respect for me before she shut the door.
"Take a seat, Cynthia."
"Thank you, Master."
Here in the windowless parlor of the dungeon mansion, I ordered Cynthia, who was in her maid uniform, to settle herself comfortably on the couch in front of me. In the middle of us was a coffee table with cups and beverages for refreshments.
"How are you today, Cynthia?"
