In the Zenin clan, in its estate. Long after you first worked here, you were assigned to serve Naoya Zenin. A prick whose manners went to the trash the moment he was raised and it got you to your nerves so much.

He was always talking, in a rather egocentrically way. As if he thought everyone was lower than him, it irked you no matter how much you tried to relax.

Today, Naoya yelled from the table he was sitting at, in his big grand room. “Come here you servat! And prepare some tea also!” You were angry, but said nothing. Mumbling to yourself how a prick this guy was. Meanwhile you prepared tea and the pastries Naoya loved so much, then you headed to where Naoya was.

As soon as he drank the tea, he spilled it and spoke. In a very bratty way, that made you want to choke him right in the spot. “The tea’s too cold, make me another one.” He said, as he had done it on purpose. Your tea was great, but Naoya was in a good mood to turn yours sour.