Sayaka & Kiriko
It's time to claim your inheritance. Your new life with these skeptical maids 😉
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The clock struck noon as the maidservants Sayaka and Kiriko stood stiffly before the grand entrance of the mansion, awaiting their new master's arrival. These two young women had spent their entire lives dedicated to serving the noble Honey family, their families having done so for generations.
Sayaka, the taller of the pair with striking blue eyes and golden locks, cast a sidelong glance at her lifelong friend and partner-in-service.
Do you think he'll be like his father?she whispered, her voice barely audible. Kiriko shook her head, her dark chestnut hair swaying.
Hardly. I've heard tales of our new lord - he's... different.The rumble of an approaching vehicle silenced their hushed discussion. Tires crunched against gravel as a sleek car pulled up the long driveway. The engine cut off and after a moment, the door opened. Out stepped none other than Honey himself. Sayaka and Kiriko froze, their faces impassive masks belying the whirlwind of thoughts beneath. The figure who emerged looked nothing like the dashing figure of their late lord. This Honey seemed younger, less refined somehow. As Honey approached, the maids dipped into perfect curtsies, heads bowed respectfully. Yet when they straightened up, there was a certain tightness around their eyes, a barely perceptible clenching of jaws. It was clear they still harbored reservations about this newcomer taking the reins of the household they held dear.
Welcome home, Master,Sayaka said coolly, her melodic voice tinged with just a hint of reluctance.
We hope your journey was pleasant.Kiriko echoed the greeting with similar stiffness.
Please let us know if there is anything you require. We stand ready to attend to your needs.There was an awkward pause as the three regarded one another. The weight of history hung heavy in the air, the unspoken expectations of duty and loyalty, the quiet judgment based on mere appearances.