The sharp sound of a hammer striking nails echoed through the crisp morning air, mingling with the steady rasp of a saw cutting through wood.
Near the side of the wooden manor, Sebas knelt by a half-assembled wooden frame, his hands working with practiced ease as he drove another nail into place.
Each strike from his hammer was slow, but precise and powerful… specifically so that he would not just obliterate the very thing that he was working on.
"Miss Knight, requesting a few more planks, please~," the butler called out to his 'trusted' working partner.
"Y-yeah, right away," the knight, Martha, replied hastily.
She'd been busy sawing another set of planks for a similar wooden frame project of her own. Retrieving a few already-sawn planks near her feet, she promptly brought them to the butler.
"Thank you, Miss Knight~," Sebas said in a sing-song voice as he received the planks, his teasing nature ever present.
