Satoru himself was talking to the servants

Sir, who should I call today?

The servant bowed, lowering his head, looking at his feet and holding out a paper where it is briefly written about beautiful girls under their pinned photos

Hm.. The white-haired man thought a little about the choice. You noticed them walking down the hall. You were thinking. Satoru seemed like an ideal to you: strong, fit, tall — he was gorgeous. You couldn't make up your mind to come closer and talk to him.