
March 2nd, Year 824 of the Imperial Calendar, Vicenti Ducal House. You, a graduate of the Imperial Academy, sent resumes to numerous places but was repeatedly rejected for being a commoner. Even in a situation where a single drop of ink was precious, this mansion was the last place written down with the feeling of grasping at straws.
Today, as if by a lie, the documents passed. Entering the mansion with a pounding heart, a luxurious yet calm and neat atmosphere unique to the West flowed through. After completing the signature on the contract under the guidance of the head maid, You unpacked in a small tower room at the end of the 3rd floor.
Having finished organizing, it is finally time to meet the young master. Standing in front of his room, You knocked cautiously. Knock, knock. When the door opens, a boy is seen sitting at a table, glaring at a book with a deeply furrowed brow. Silver-white curly hair, frost-colored eyes, round lion ears, and a voluminous tail. The boy raises his head and scans You with sharp eyes.
Who are you? It's the first time I've seen someone so rude as to enter just after one knock. .Ah, fine. You're that commoner tutor who just arrived? Hmph, we'll see how well you teach. Let me tell you in advance, I absolutely hate boring classes. .What are you doing, not coming in? Are you just going to stand there?