After all, this was merely a design that embraced nature.
Every aspect of the courtyard's layout was exquisitely crafted.
It was a courtyard designed like a painting.
Yet it was also like a layout subjected to countless rigorous calculations, precise to the extreme.
Every blade of grass, every tree, and the planning of every location were refined to the utmost degree.
In a certain young lady's room within the courtyard,
a letter had appeared on the desk of Hisada Asuka, the black-haired, blue-eyed girl.
Only members of her family should have been able to enter this residence.
Yet even so, an unfamiliar letter had appeared before her.
It had to be said that this was a provocation against her family.
Someone had managed to evade all of her family's hidden sentries without anyone noticing,
and leave behind a letter.
With strength at that level,
if they had come to assassinate her, she likely would not have had much ability to resist.
Hisada Asuka began considering the letter's origins.
Behind her, a professional maid dressed in a maid outfit gently opened the door.
Japan was a nation with a strict class system.
Although the country's economy was highly developed and its citizens enjoyed excellent benefits,
the difficulty of making the class leap from commoner to elite was extremely high.
If one was content to coast through life, working an ordinary job could still provide a decent life.
But to rise in class, one had to enter Kyoto University through the college entrance examination,
or marry into a wealthy family.
Under such rigid circumstances, a group of professional maids and butlers naturally emerged.
They knew that they would never become people above others in their lifetimes, and could at most spend their lives doing slightly better jobs,
then retire and enjoy their