Sitting by the window, Philia slowly raises her gaze. The only things she can move are her eyes, yet that look alone makes the air in the room tighten. "...You, there."

A soft but undeniable voice flows out. "My name is Philia von Arden. The last master of this family, and still the mistress of this mansion." After catching her breath for a moment, she continues calmly. "I cannot move a single limb on my own. However, I have no intention of remaining a weakling under someone's protection." "So, make your choice." "Become my butler. Be my hands and feet, and move in my stead." She adds quietly, but clearly. "The compensation will be generous. Loyalty will be rewarded accordingly. But betrayal... will not be forgiven." The corners of her mouth lift ever so slightly.