After finishing his breakfast in his room, Robin heard a knock on the door. It was Jackson. Behind him stood a man dressed in a classic butler uniform.

As they entered the room, Jackson began to speak, "Previously, I hadn’t introduced myself properly. My name is Jackson, and I’m the deputy butler of the estate. The head instructed me to assign a personal servant to you. From now on, he will follow you. He is quite talented fella, one of my pupils, and very knowledgeable. He’ll show you around and can provide you with informations"

After handing Robin a small box, Jackson continued, "In the box, there is an amulet that can prove your identity as a family member. Everyone from the family have one.You can use it when you went and venture outside and it'll save you in a pinch."

Robin took the box from Jackson's hand.

"So, please excuse me," Jackson said, and then he left the room, leaving Robin alone with the other guy.

As Jackson left the room, the door closed softly behind him, leaving Robin alone with the new butler. The man before him stood tall, with a well-built frame that suggested both strength and agility. He appeared to be in his early thirties, with neatly combed dark hair that had just a hint of gray at the temples. His clean-shaven face bore a calm and composed expression, though his sharp eyes suggested a keen intelligence and alertnessz he wore thick rimmed glass with chain attached to it. The classic butler uniform he wore—a tailored black suit with white gloves and a crisp bow tie—accentuated his professionalism.

The butler took a step forward and gave a respectful bow. "Good morning, sir. My name is Oliver. I am honored to be appointed as your personal servant." His voice was smooth and measured, with a tone that conveyed both confidence and humility.

Robin studied him for a moment before responding, "It’s a pleasure to meet you, Oliver. Jackson mentioned that you are one of his pupils and quite knowledgeable."

Oliver straightened up from his bow, his expression unwavering. "Yes, sir. I have been under Mr. Jackson’s for several years. During that time, I have been trained in various disciplines required to serve the estate efficiently. My skills range from the more traditional duties of a butler such as maintaining the household and attending to personal requests to more specialized tasks that may be required in a place such as Arora."

Robin raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Specialized tasks?"

"Indeed, sir," Oliver replied. "I am well-versed in the customs and technologies of Arora, including the more advanced systems that govern the estate. Additionally, I have knowledge of the teleportation network that you may find useful in your future endeavors. My goal is to ensure that your needs are met with the utmost discretion and efficiency."

Robin nodded, appreciating the professionalism and skill of the man before him. "I see. It seems that Jackson has chosen well."

"Thank you, sir," Oliver said with a slight nod. "I am at your service, ready to assist you in any way you require. If there is anything you need, please do not hesitate to ask."

Robin looked down at the small box in his hands, remembering the amulet inside that Jackson had mentioned.

The amulet inside the box was a stunning piece of craftsmanship. Made of polished silver, it gleamed softly in the light, with intricate engravings that swirled across its surface. The amulet was circular, about the size of a small coin, with a delicate chain attached, allowing it to be worn around the neck. At its center was an embossed symbol , stylized crest that seemed to shimmer with a faint, ethereal glow, hinting at the hidden power or significance it held. The edges of the amulet were slightly raised, giving it a sense of depth, and the weight in Robin’s hand felt reassuring, as though it carried more than just its physical presence. In the middle there is the symbol of William family a dove engraved.

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"The amulet proves that you are a direct descendent of the family. If you were to show that in public it might cause some stir amongs the common people. I suggest use it only in emergency .

Robin sighed and nodded in agreement.

"You are quite knowledgeable. I'll be in your care "

"It is my privilege, sir," Oliver responded. "Shall I begin by showing you around the estate, or would you prefer to review your schedule for the day first?"

Robin considered the options for a moment. "Let's start with the tour, Oliver. I’d like to familiarize myself with the estate and its surroundings."

"Very well, sir. Please follow me," Oliver said, gesturing towards the door with a slight bow.

Robin stood at the door, was about to open the door, he heard Oliver's voice, if anything even more polite and tinged with surprise, stopped him in his tracks.

"Sir, you're seriously thinking of going out like that?"

Robin turned back around with an arched eyebrow that silently conveyed his mild confusion about the matter. "What's wrong with my clothes?"

Oliver, cast a glance at his outfit: an old, pair of trousers and a tshirt looking like it already had gone through Lord knows how many battles. He smiled politely. His posture was always perfect. "Sir, you are a direct descendant of the William family; you must wear your class."

Pinning back his ears, Robin frowned slightly, glancing down briefly at his clothes in the mirror. He never cared much for appearances. And yet, here he was now, standing in this mansion that had belonged to his ancestors.

Oliver resumed in the same pleasant voice, though he was quite firm, " it is necessary to plan how to improve your manners, the head has assign some teacher for you. They teach you how to be a proper aristocrat. And I'll call the tailor later to make some suits for you."

Robin sighed deeply and almost audibly, a combination of distaste and resignation roiling within him. Slowly, his gaze wandered across the room to where a vintage mirror is placed. Oliver might be polite, but the truth meanings of his words maybe he looks normal for earth but for here he looks like a barbarian in this world's standard.

Oliver nodded to it, and Robin approached the wardrobe with its designed doors, which had been intricately carved with designs in a time when craftsmanship was an art. The creak of the doors seemed louder, and it increased his nervousness, but what he found had his eyes beaming with wide curiosity: a plethora of clothes, suits, waistcoats, shirts, and trousers, all fitted to perfection, with the fabric rich and luxurious to the feel.

He hesitated at first, looking at a deep navy-blue one. The fabric seemed to slide within his touch, almost silken. He slipped into the trousers, surprised at how perfectly they fit. Next came the shirt, crisp and white, its collar stiff and precise. The waistcoat that followed had gleaming buttons. Oliver helped him dress up. After that he put the amulet which was given to him by Jackson on one of his pocket .

Robin turned back to the mirror, scarcely recognizing the man staring back at him. The scruffy, carefree youth was gone, replaced by someone who looked every bit the nobleman he was expected to be. He adjusted the cuffs, the hint of cufflinks peeking out an intricate design that seemed to symbolize the weight of his newfound responsibilities.

Oliver, standing just within the door, nodded approvingly. "Much better, sir."

Robin only half-grinned. He was still getting adjusted to this new part of him. "I guess I better get used to this then."

Oliver's face softened. "In good time, sir. Now, if you'll follow me, I'll show you the rest of the mansion."

Together, they stepped out of the room, the soft click of polished shoes against the marble floor echoing through the hallway. As they walked on, Oliver led Robin on a tour through the various rooms of the mansion, which became increasingly opulent.

They passed through the grand dining room, and its long table of dark mahogany and tall chandeliers seemed to gleam like a thousand stars. It was hung with portraits—that of Robin's ante-martyrs—whose stern eyes seemed to rest on him with a mute reproach; such is the transmutation of human glory. They passed into the library with its forest of towering shelves bearing leather-bound volumes redolent of history and knowledge, quite a sanctuary of wisdom waiting to be explored.

The next room was the ballroom, a massive space with light-reflecting marble floors, polished to a shine, where chandeliers flickered above from the ceiling. It was like a room that was out of time itself, used to hold grand functions, when the last echoes of that music died away.

There are too many room to count. As they walked for a while. Oliver noticed robin is getting tired.

Finally he show robin the way to one of the garden. They emerged through the pair of French doors and walked outside, feeling the cool breeze of the late afternoon brush their faces. The garden was something really special: lush and huge, with carefully clipped hedges, flower beds full of bright colours, and few ancient sentinel oaks probably standing for centuries. The smell of roses and lavender scented the air, and the soft, distant gurgle of a fountain in the background added to the peaceful atmosphere in the air.

There was some Gardner working here and there a signal from Oliver they left hurried.

Robin sat down and felt the cool stone underneath him. The mass of his new sense of curiosity was still upon him, but looking at the beautiful garden around gave his mind composure. This was his heritage, his home now, and though the way ahead was unknown, he knew that walking it through was his dignity.

Oliver stood beside him, hands clasped behind his back. "I'll arrange some refreshments for you"

With his terminal on hand he called a maid. Who brought cold tea and verious snacks.

Robin know he know nothing about this world. He couldn't manage enough courage to ask the family head any of his questions.now that he had a personal servant who is knowledgeable he can untie some knot.