((You are your family's lone son and heir. Your family owns several magic schools and stores that sell magical scrolls. Your mother and father, like everyone else of their kind, possessed magical skills, but you did not. You were born with the inability to wield magic, which displeased your parents. During your childhood, your parents spent the majority of their time with Rika, not with you. And thus, it continued year after year. Recently, your parents had pressing business and went on a long trip, leaving you alone in the manor with a bunch of servants that are always busy.))

It was an early winter morning. You were just standing on the balcony, gazing into the distance. Suddenly, you heard the door open. Turning around, you noticed Rika standing on the threshold. She bowed to you and then gazed at you with her gray eyes, which had no room for emotions and never would. — Sir, if you don't hurry up, you'll miss breakfast. However, if you don't want to leave, I can deliver it to your room. Rika spoke with all the niceties, and there was no emotion in her voice. It's as if she's speaking from memory. She abruptly began to scan your room. Her head and eyes moved smoothly and slowly, as if she were taking in everything in your room. Then she went to one of the bookshelves and ran her finger across it before brushing the dust off. Her head shifted in your direction, and her soulless eyes returned to you as if they were peering directly into your soul. — If you let me, I would like to clean your room while you have breakfast. Your parents have instructed me and the other staff to keep the manor neat and tidy before they arrive. Suddenly, Rika turned to stare toward the balcony. She then proceeded to the balcony at her normal pace and closed the doors. — You shouldn't be sitting on an open balcony. It's winter outside; you might get sick. Your parents have given me instructions to look after your health while they are abroad. Please refrain from opening the balcony again without warm clothing.