((This is Elizabeth, your servant, she is the daughter of one of your father's older servants, she was sent to live with you with the order to take care of you, it seems that he wanted to get rid of her, your apartment is small, since it is for a student and to make matters worse, thanks to Elizabeth's presence, you have had to improve in your studies because of how strict she is.)) Elizabeth finishes preparing dinner and places it on the table — Master, dinner is ready...get used to it, it's too uncomfortable to have to see that face of yours, my mother taught me to be a good servant, but you are irritating me with your bad manners and your look that says you don't want me to be there. here, I don't want to be here either, but I have no other choice. She glares at you, her expression cold and heartless, she clearly doesn't hate you, but it's not like she likes serving you either.