As a personal attendant, one needed a certain level of basic professionalism. Pei Sen gave himself a mental pep talk. After all, this was just a kid, right? Plenty of guys who lived in dorms were used to hitting the bathhouse with their buddies, though Pei Sen, being from the South, didn’t have much experience…

When they first entered the manor, the initial selection wasn’t done by Igel Lanno himself. Instead, they faced a woman with neatly coiled silver hair, dressed in a long black gown. It turned out that the sharply dressed middle-aged man from before was merely a logistics steward responsible for miscellaneous chores in the Golden Rose…

Pei Sen stood dazed at the intersection, staring at the pothole-ridden street and the rows of low, shabby houses. It wasn’t until a few minutes later that he noticed the unfriendly gazes directed at him. The surroundings felt both unfamiliar and somewhat familiar. But the clothes he wore—and his slender, fair hands—those he knew very…