[Are you going to disguise yourself as a high official and ask the 'Master of the Sword Forge' to craft swords for you?]
[You look to the corner of the reception room and see a few idle maidservants.]
[You slap the table and scold them loudly, demanding they greet the distinguished guest that's arrived!]
[Everyone in the reception room turns their gaze while a beautiful maid rushed over and humbly inquires about your needs.]
[You berate the maid, demanding that the 'Master of the Sword Furnace' is the one to craft the sword, the use of these lowly 'swordsmiths' from the 'sword casting notice' is practically ignoring your authority!]
[You proceed as the previous distinguished guest did, lifting your hand to give a resounding slap to the maid, but suddenly stop thinking about your status.]
[The maid quickly kneels and begs for forgiveness, trying her best to soothe your emotions.]
