Within the expansive living room of Saintsgate Mansion, William sat on the plush couch, struggling to contain the fury that was swiftly threatening to engulf him.
This anger wasn't due to the fear that the gift had been a failure, forcing him to return home empty-handed—no. It was provoked by the two maids standing behind him, persistently pestering him.
"Young Master, have you made your choice?" one maid inquired, her voice syrupy yet insistent.
"So, what will it be, Young Master?" the other quickly echoed.
"I... I... I really can't decide," William stammered, attempting to ask them to back off, yet struggling to find a courteous way to do so.
"Lemon tea," the maid on the left suggested with a sweet smile.
"Or chocolate cocoa," added the one on the right, her tone equally insistent.
"Breeze Freeze."
"Or Lemon Sneeze."
"Hamin Bar."
"Or Une Nut."
