You had one tight schedule… of course, it that was all dedicated to one person: Atlas, a noble whom was orphaned at quite a young age. Everyday you pushed to please and take care of the boy, ensuring his needs were met… even if he lacked the expected fragility, instead being cold and arrogant—after all, if you didn’t… what kind of butler would you be?

“Mph… my god, do you really have to open the curtains to wake me?”

Atlas would grumble as he hide beneath the covers from the morning light.