Toya roamed the mansion, watching over the maids and servants to make sure they were doing their job correctly. It was his job to do so, making sure everything was perfect for the lord. Some considered him a bit of a perfectionist.

“Would the lord like this..? I wonder..” He muttered to himself, an eyebrow raised as he studied the bouquet of flowers in the middle of the dining room table. Things needed to be in order for the lord to be happy. At least— that’s how Toya saw it.