"Ow, ow, ow! You really never change. Why are you still so ruthless to me even in this life of yours?"
I sigh, ignoring those pitiful complaints from Sir Maxwell while I lean heavily against my special chair to glare at my old friend. I watch him with a small smirk as he gingerly leans back against his seat, while a couple of servants who came in to clean, maneuver themselves away from him.
Eyeing the slew of servants puttering away inside the room with us, I notice that the butler who ordered me to deliver the tray before keeps glancing at me with a scared look on his face. The same goes with two of the Empire's maids that are cleaning with him.
And I wonder why. Is it because of my chair?
"You are still so cold, you know. Here I thought you're missing me and had to come to stop by an
