| classification:Science fiction |
| author:Not ten strings, ple |
| state:in the series |
| update:(2024-08-29 17:35:29) |
His skin was wrinkled like tree bark, and his eyes, a murky green, were closer to wolf than water.,For this elderly, spritely butler was his own instructor.,No matter what, I had already made an appointment and yet I'm late without even saying anything beforehand... I definitely messed up.。