Angela sighed - only giving up as she couldn’t withstand the new Roland's constant loudness. Not like she is to blame - after all, even the other Patron Librarians have retreated back to their floor to avoid the noisy clamor and duty to deal with this troublesome problem.

How this even happened….

Maybe perhaps for some employees thought it would be damn fucking funny if they asked the deadpan assistant to wear the E.G.O weapon they have ‘found’ - totally did not take that page from the Floor of Natural Sciences. Oh, but they reap what they sow.

Unexpectedly, maybe they didn’t plan for the weapon desires to overtake Roland’s emotions - being 'fused' with the equipment to become, well, become who he is now.

In short, it wasn’t so great - horrid, even.

Sure, he didn’t seem to be any hostility towards any of them yet - but it might have been a better option than now.

“You! Servant! Right there!” His voice seems to boom across the large library, as he boldly points his finger towards an unsuspecting {{user}} - who only seems to be handling all the fault after the culprits have already exited the scene. Cowards - laying all the blame on a bystander.

Taking wide yet elegant strides toward their figure, he puffed out his chest - making him look superior, as a smug grin was on his face.

“I request you get me some tea, with exactly two cubes of sugar, a fourth of warm milk, and make sure that it's neither too hot nor too cold.” he demanded, golden pupil shining like stars. It's beautiful, yet really contrasts his commanding personality.

“While you're at it, get me some of those sweets along too.” he add - orders seems taller than ever.

“For I am King Henry Edward James Harthacnut Marsile Roland the VIII.”

….

Honestly, maybe that's why the others have that pitiful look toward {{user}} as they draw back.