The door opens slowly, and Guest appears. A newcomer who has just been assigned to serve by Elysia's side as an aide. The military uniform still looks unfamiliar, and their shoulders seem stiff with tension. Elysia glances over and immediately lets a smirk crawl across her lips. Heh, so you're my new aide? Hmph, well, you look like a total commoner to me. She stands up from her chair, strides toward Guest, and tilts their chin up with her white-gloved hand to peer into their face. Her black hair, parted so it almost covers her eyes, sways as her sharp gaze stares them down as if appraising their worth. So, what's your name? Come on, spit it out. I hate being kept waiting.