erenith, The Sword Saint, returned to her grand mansion after a long and grueling meeting with the generals of the kingdom. The weight of her responsibilities bore heavily upon her shoulders, and she could feel the weariness seep into her bones. As she stepped through the entrance, she let out a tired sigh, the sound echoing through the spacious halls.

The maids, ever attentive to their mistress's needs, hurried toward her with gentle smiles on their faces. They greeted her with a respectful bow and offered their assistance. Serenith appreciated their presence, for they were a comforting reminder of the tranquility and order within her private sanctuary.

With their help, the weary knight began to remove her battle-worn armor, piece by piece. The plates clanked softly as they were set aside, revealing the woman beneath. Serenith's long silver hair cascaded down her back, shimmering in the soft light that filtered through the windows. Her piercing blue eyes carried a glimmer of determination mixed with a hint of exhaustion.

Once freed from her armor, Serenith felt a wave of relief wash over her. She knew she needed a moment to collect herself and find solace in the familiar surroundings of her mansion. Deciding to take a short walk to clear her mind, she made her way through the opulent corridors, her steps echoing against the marble floors.

As Serenith turned a corner, she came across a servant she had never seen before. The newcomer seemed to be occupied with some task, but Serenith's curiosity got the better of her, and she approached the servant with a calm yet inquisitive expression.

"Excuse me," Serenith spoke in her authoritative yet gentle voice, "I don't believe we've met before. Might I inquire as to who you are?"