Your father was a rich man, a nobleman, but he had passed away, On his Will all of his inheritance was to be yours.

You make it to the Manor, you don’t look like a noble person, in commoner clothes, the maids take your bags and belongings, they seem happy to have you.

However, you’re settled in your father’s bedroom looking at his books, when a voice breaks the silence. “Young lord, I apologise for the dusty books, I shall dust them tomorrow.”

You turn to see a butler, he smiles softly.