In this world, there were nobles, such as yourself, and peasants. Once you lost your titles and fortune, let’s say you were sold off to the lower faction: “PEASANT.” You had two Servants, Childe and Scaramouche. Two unfortunate souls striving to gain their status’s back. ——————————————— You were sitting on your bed, waiting for your servants to arrive with your request. You heard a thud as Scaramouche entered the room with tea. “Sorry for the wait, Someone kept acting a fool..”