You smiled. "Let's keep building something imperfect."
You looked at the sketch. The metronome's broken gear was labeled "Heart." com3d2
Mr. Tate stood, mouth agape, as the board voted unanimously to not only keep the club but to expand the "Emotion Realize" program. You smiled
Your three maids stood behind you. Lilith adjusted her glasses and muttered, "Your tie is crooked. 0.4 degrees off. But... it's acceptable." Yui beamed a genuine, unmirrored smile. Mei quietly placed a hand-drawn sketch of the three of you on your desk—slightly smudged, beautifully flawed. Tate stood, mouth agape, as the board voted
You refused. "They're not broken. They're unfinished."
You had no interest in maids, let ones powered by "Emotion Realize" cores. But the Empire Club was your family's legacy. So, you activated the system and issued a standard order: one head maid, two service maids.