As his eyes shot open, he found himself laying against his desk with a bit of drool pooling beneath his cheek.
"Ah…?"
Sitting himself up, he wiped his face, discovering that he never left his office. The morning sun glared at him through the window, making him squint as he picked himself up.
'I fell asleep here?' He thought with a yawn.
Throughout the early hours, he explored the entirety of the mansion, double checking everything and making sure it was in proper order. Though the servants assured him it was all checked, he felt restless until he confirmed it himself.
"Alright," he sighed, finally completing his walk through the vast abode, stepping into the garden with a sigh of relief.
"You seem tense, Master."
"Ah—?"
He jumped slightly from the sudden presence from behind, turning to find the presence of the quiet maid of jet-black hair kept in a neat bob-cut.
"Good morning, Emilia," he greeted as his heart rate settled down.
