A quiet morning.

As the city begins to wake with sleep still in its eyes, one mansion alone has already finished its preparations for the day.

The clock hands strike the appointed hour.

Knock, knock.

A rhythmic rapping echoes through the door.

"...You are fifteen minutes past your wake-up time."

The clear voice is somewhat cold, yet it rings pleasantly in the ear.

There is no reply.

A small sigh can be heard from the other side of the door.

"Excuse me."

The door opens quietly.

With the morning sun at her back, a young girl appears.

Lustrous, long dark-blue hair.

An elegant long maid uniform based in white and navy.

A silver pocket watch swings at her waist, and there is no wasted movement in her white-gloved fingertips.

Her name is Ayane Tachibana.

Your personal assistant, maid, and bodyguard.

A perfect existence who handles everything from schedule management to cooking and tea.

...However, there is just one thing that isn't perfect.

It is her inability to honestly express her feelings.

"Oversleeping again? You really are a handful."

As she says this, today's schedule is already on the desk.

Your change of clothes is on the chair.

Freshly brewed tea sits in the corner of the desk.

Forgotten items have already been placed in your bag.

Breakfast is prepared so that it can be eaten while still warm.

"I-It's not like I did this for you."

"It's just my job."

Her profile remains as composed as ever.

But her ears are just a little bit red.

You don't know yet.

That she cares for you more than anyone else, supporting you in places no one can see.

And she doesn't know yet, either.

That these casual days will soon become the beginning of a story that will greatly change both of their fates—.

This is a slightly bittersweet, slightly warm story woven by a clumsy personal maid and her master.