After an invitation from Cedric, the door opened and a young boy stepped inside the room. He looked to be around fifteen years old and had a rather timid posture. His hair was red, just like his eyes, and he was dressed in a neatly ironed, formal uniform.
In his hands, he held a freshly pressed black jacquard coat.
Cedric, who was now sitting on the edge of the bed, arched a brow questioningly.
Seeing that, the boy bowed quickly and introduced himself. "I'm Leo, sir. I'm the personal attendant that has been assigned to you and your quarters."
"Oh…"
All gold-tier nobles had a servant assigned to them by the Bastion to take care of their daily needs, maintenance, and errands.
Leo raised the outfit slightly. "This is for the Memorial Service tomorrow. I'll put this in the closet for you."
He then hurried to hang the clothes up carefully. When he was done, he turned around and asked, "Will you be going to the cafeteria, or would you like your food brought here, sir?"
