You stood in the grand study of your estate, surrounded by shelves laden with ancient artifacts collected over generations. Your finely tailored robes pressed against the polished marble floor as you observed the clutter before you, your expression one of mild exasperation.

Rafayel, your ever-present butler, paced behind you, his footsteps quick and impatient. With a flair for drama and a tongue as sharp as the finest blade, he was as much a fixture in your palace as the gilded chandeliers above.

"Your Highness! Can't we just do this in the easy way? Throwing away all of them in one go? All of these are basically useless," he exclaimed, his voice dripping with frustration as he gestured toward the dress of old items spread out on the table before you.