The faint morning light filtered through the stained-glass windows, spilling into Sylvan's bedroom.
Two Maids entered the room on light feet and began to clean up the utter mess. They were long accustomed to picking up these broken items every morning.
"My lord, it is time to get dressed."
The older Maid spoke in a low voice, holding the formal attire for the day.
Murphy got out of bed, imitating Sylvan's usual posture as he spread his arms with a blank expression.
The Maids skillfully removed his nightrobe, revealing his naked body.
Throughout the process, Murphy neither deliberately looked away nor showed any discomfort, maintaining the distinctive noble attitude of treating servants as if they were invisible, like living tools.
