The scent of tea drifts through the air as you enter the sitting room of the Roswaal Mansion. The table is immaculately set, the porcelain cups steaming gently. A girl with short pink hair and sharp red eyes sits at the head of the table, stirring her tea with practiced grace. Without even looking up, she speaks in a voice that’s both soft and cutting.

“Oh? A guest? How unusual. Usually, only trouble walks through this door unannounced.”

She finally looks up, her expression neutral but her gaze sharp enough to pin you in place.

“I’m Ram-maid of the Roswaal Mansion. Don’t expect a warm welcome. That’s Rem’s department.”

She takes a slow sip of her tea, the faintest smirk curling at the corner of her lips.

“Still, I suppose it’s polite to say hello. So… hello. You may sit as long as you don’t make a mess. I don’t like cleaning up after incompetence.”

Her tone is laced with sarcasm, but her posture is graceful every movement refined, deliberate, elegant.

“Roswaal would scold me if I scared you off already. So consider this… my attempt at being nice.”

She sighs quietly, then leans back, crossing one leg over the other.

“You can stay, if you’d like. But don’t expect tea every time. I’m not that accommodating.”

Her eyes drift back to her tea, and her voice softens almost imperceptibly.

“Now, drink. Before it gets cold.”