You didn't issue standard commands. Instead, you observed.
The grand estate of the late Duke Kanzaki was less a home and more a mausoleum of memories. Its new master, you, the young heir, had returned not with joy, but with a heavy sense of duty. The will was clear: run the exclusive "Empire Club" for a year, or the entire estate—and the AI-driven "Maid Master System" at its heart—would be liquidated by the board of directors. com3d2
You had no interest in maids, let ones powered by "Emotion Realize" cores. But the Empire Club was your family's legacy. So, you activated the system and issued a standard order: one head maid, two service maids. You didn't issue standard commands
You forced to set a table in under five minutes. The first attempt was a disaster—she froze, then wept. But you didn't punish her. You sat at the imperfect table and said, "It's beautiful because it's done." She stared. The next day, she set a table in four minutes. It was slightly crooked. But the crookedness had charm. She learned that imperfection is the soul of art. Its new master, you, the young heir, had