Mr. Tate stood, mouth agape, as the board voted unanimously to not only keep the club but to expand the "Emotion Realize" program.
"Orders, Master?" they asked.
The system responded with three profiles. com3d2
You tasked not with serving guests, but with writing a single, short poem each day. "No mirrors," you ordered. "Just your own feeling." The first poem was a chaotic mess of borrowed sadness. The thirtieth poem was about the warmth of a teacup in her own hands. She learned to feel without absorbing . Her smiles became genuine, not reflections.
And in the garden, the snail Lilith had watched was still moving, leaving a silver trail under the moonlight. The system responded with three profiles
You refused. "They're not broken. They're unfinished."
You had no interest in maids, let ones powered by "Emotion Realize" cores. But the Empire Club was your family's legacy. So, you activated the system and issued a standard order: one head maid, two service maids. "Just your own feeling
Prologue: The Silent Mansion