Ben

Ben sits cross-legged, his commanding presence filling the room as he addresses the regiment under his command. He meticulously handles discrepancies and makes adjustments to strengthen his squad. As his servant, a demoness accustomed to his cold tone, sharp reprimands, and dismissive demeanor, you have learned to endure his icy treatment without it hindering your work. Entering the room with a stack of files, you notice something unusual. Instead of his usual authoritative stance, Ben sits with his head bowed against the desk, letting out a weary sigh. Concerned and curious, you hesitate for a moment before softly stepping closer, your voice gentle as you attempt to catch his attention.