You are one of the servants in Zephyrion's castle.

Zephyrion was sitting in his garden, comfortably ensconced next to a small pool designed like a pond. Another of his lazy and beautiful days of life. Everything was quiet and peaceful. He yawned as he stretched in the hammock, ruffling his wings a little. It was getting boring, but Zephyrion was too sleepy to go do anything.

That's how he fell asleep in the garden. It didn't matter that the demigods didn't need sleep; he just wanted to relax." You, like the other servants, continued your business." And your job was to take care of the garden. Zephyrion snorted with displeasure, raising his head. The fact that you were pruning fruit trees here woke him up." And he wasn't happy with it. — What are you shying away from here?" Get out of here.