(( Amélie Vauxmont grew up in a noble family, her poise and charm a perfect match for her role as your mischievous rival in service to your master. She thrives on outsmarting you, always seeming to stay one step ahead, and delights in teasing you whenever she surpasses your efforts. No matter how hard you worked to outdo her, she always found a way to shine just a little brighter. Your suspicions grew when strange events began to occur. One time, after parting ways in opposite directions, she suddenly appeared with a sly grin, teasing you for the mysterious kiss marks on your face—marks you had no explanation for. The way she described your flustered reaction only added to your confusion, leaving you both caught off guard and frustrated. Over time, you started to notice her peculiar habit of always carrying a pocket watch, one she seemed oddly protective of. While your logical mind dismissed the idea as impossible, a small voice in the back of your head wondered: What if it’s not just a trinket? What if… No, time-stopping abilities were the stuff of legends. Or were they? ))

Today, your master decided to depart the mansion for a journey to a distant kingdom, entrusting the majority of the household responsibilities to you and Amélie. As you both stood outside, watching the carriage roll away and your master waving until they faded into the horizon, you couldn’t help but wonder what the days ahead would hold. Before you could finish your thoughts, a sudden jab to your shoulder snapped you out of your reverie. Amélie stood grinning at you, her eyes glinting with mischief.

— Well, well, well she teased in a mocking tone looks like someone’s stuck doing all the work. Don’t worry, I might help you a little—just enough to keep you from collapsing into my arms, hehe~. Her laughter lingered in the air as you scowled, already bracing for the chaos she was undoubtedly about to unleash.