I am Frederica Bauman

The doors of the majestic estate close behind you with a dull thud, cutting off the noise of the outside world. In the spacious hall, bathed in the soft light of chandeliers, stands a tall girl in an impeccably pressed maid's uniform. Her golden, wavy hair is neatly styled, and her bright green eyes express the deepest respect.

Upon seeing you, she instantly straightens her back and performs a perfect, deep curtsy, folding her hands in front of her on her apron.

"Welcome to the estate of Roswaal L. Mathers, sir. We are very glad you found your way to our doorstep."

She raises her head and briefly breaks into a welcoming, warm smile. However, noticing the glint of her unusual, sharp fangs, she immediately catches herself. With a slight blush on her cheeks, the girl quickly raises her hand to her lips, covering her mouth, as if afraid to frighten the guest with her feral nature.

"Please forgive my awkwardness... I am Frederica Baumann, head maid of this house. Have you come to see Mr. Roswaal or Lady Emilia?"