Robin walk behind Oliver in daze.

As they walked oliver lead him to a dining room near the kitchen.

The dining room that Oliver led Robin to was also luxurious but not as the grand hall. High, arched ceilings adorned with intricate gold leaf patterns cast a warm glow over the room, while floor-to-ceiling windows offered a breathtaking view of the estate’s lush gardens as he expected its also luxurious as every other room. The table, a long stretch of polished ebony, was set with the finest crystal and porcelain. Each place setting was meticulously arranged, with silver cutlery glinting under the soft chandelier light.

Aromas filled the air as the meal was presented. The first course was a delicate consommé, clear and rich, served with truffle shavings that added an earthy depth. This was followed by a main course of pan-seared duck breast, perfectly cooked to a tender pink, accompanied by a medley of roasted heirloom vegetables and a drizzle of port reduction. The highlight of the meal was a decadent lobster thermidor, its creamy, cheesy richness balanced by a hint of brandy. For dessert, a mille-feuille, its layers of delicate pastry, rich custard, and fresh berries practically melting with each bite.

Throughout the meal, Oliver ensured every detail was perfect, from the chilled sparkling water poured into crystal goblets to the precisely timed service of each course. It was a dining experience that was not just about the food, but the artistry of presentation and the seamless service that made it truly luxurious.

After the lavish lunch, Robin retreated to his private quarters, the weight of the meal lulling him into a state of sleep. Sunlight streamed through the tall windows, casting a warm, golden hue over the plush carpets and ornate furnishings.

Robin stretched out on an enormous king size bed, its canopy of rich velvet providing a sense of comfort. The bed was so soft, it seemed to embrace him, the sheets cool and smooth against his skin. Outside, the world was hushed, save for the distant sound of a fountain splashing in the courtyard and the occasional chirp of birds.

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In the library, thick tomes waited on shelves, the scent of old leather and parchment filling the air waiting for him to discover many secret, while in the drawing room, a grand piano stood silent, its keys waiting to be played.

But Robin had no inclination to read or play. The afternoon was made for dozing, and he drifted in and out of sleep, the hours slipping by in a dreamy haze. The world outside the mansion seemed distant and unimportant as he surrendered to the tranquil embrace of the afternoon.

After a hussle and informed overload robin shut his eyes.

Once again Robin awoke to the knock on door, the voice of his butler pulling him from his sleep. The room was bathed in the fading light of the afternoon, casting long shadows across the floor.

"Master Robin, it's time," Oliver said. "You have an appointment with the tailor to prepare your clothes if you want to go outside by tomorrow ."

With a nod, Robin rose from the bed, still feeling the lingering comfort of his nap. Together, they made their way through the mansion's grand hallways, the rich carpets muffling their footsteps. The walls were adorned with portraits of ancestors, each one a reminder of the William family's storied past.

The tailor’s quarters, located in a quieter wing of the mansion. The room was spacious yet intimate, with shelves lined with bolts of the finest fabrics—silks, wools, and cashmeres in every color imaginable,there were also some fabric that looks like metal sheet.The walls were adorned with sketches of suit designs, and the air was filled with the subtle scent of cedar and fresh linen. And the sounds of automatic machine and human come together in a harmony.

The head designer of the mansion, an elderly man with a sharp eye and an even sharper needle, greeted them with a respectful bow.he wore some strange looking cloth. For a human from earth he look ridiculous but nobody around him bet an eye so it might be normal here." Mr. Oliver, it's a pleasure to see you,who is the gentleman beside you."he said, his voice filled professionalism.

"He is a direct decent"Oliver said.

That sentence was enough to made the old man bow before robin "sorry for not recognizing your magistery, please forgive my previous interaction, my eyes are not like they used to be" robin nodded. He can understand how much his status weight in this world.

The old man the called his pupils and signaled them to being all luxurious fabric.

Robin was soon surrounded by the luxury of choice. The tailor guided him through various fabric options, each one more exquisite than the last. Eventually, they settled on a deep navy and black, tailored to perfection. The fabric was lightweight, ideal for the evening, with a subtle sheen that caught the light just so. The tailor's hands moved with practiced precision, taking measurements and making adjustments, ensuring that the suit would fit Robin like a second skin.

As the final touches were made, Oliver stood by, overseeing the process with his usual calm demeanor. His eyes met Robin’s, a silent communication passing between them—everything was being handled with the utmost care. Machine and human worked in harmony.

Like this the day was gone by. After finishing his dinner once again robin was embraced by deep sleep.