Three days have passed since Reysha firsthand experienced working as a host in Bandit Host Club. Nothing else happened after that as they only open once a week to not overburden the girls who give them trea--…tributes.
These tributes, in exchange, is a dreamy encounter with prince-like bandits that will not only steal precious tributes but also the hearts of these hopeful maidens that wanted to run away from their life momentarily and experience the euphoria of romance.
Right now, Reysha, standing in one corner of the room that she was given, contemplates one single thing.
“Where the hell are they going to use a huge sum of wealth?” She asked herself while placing one finger in her chin. She furrows her brows because of these thoughts.
Depending on the answer to that question, Reysha might actually need to do something about this situation. However, she is confused on how to approach the situation at hand for the reason the bandits haven’t showed anything despicable given that the subtle extortion is exempted.
“I should ask around if I want to get anywhere. There’s no point in brooding over it and coming to an assumption.” Reysha said as she stood up and marches towards the door out of her room.
The mansion, Mousseux, has a simple structure for a huge building. Composing three floors, it is compacted evenly to easily house more than twenty people with separate rooms and sufficient restrooms, individual shower room for each room, and a large public bath.
The first floor houses the kitchen, the guest area, dining room, and all sort of gimmick and undergrounds including the treasury. The second floor is dedicated for rooms dedicated to the bandits the makes up up to two corridor. Along the way are decorative plants, nightshade, and a lot of furniture are lined up. Lastly, the third floor, dedicated to the guests of this mansion. It also includes Reysha’s room.
Reysha descended to the second floor and saw the corridors empty. It’s noon and most of the bandits should be outside, doing their individual works or playing around as they please. She won’t be finding anything in this floor so she proceeded to the first floor.
Arriving at the first floor, Reysha immediately noticed Sod and Mes carrying construction tools such as a hammer, nails, a plank of woods, and etc.
“Hey, you two.” Reysha called out to the two.
Snapping their attention towards Reysha, Sod and Mes sprouted a smile and slowly set the materials aside.
“Sup, Miss Reysha, slept well? I bet you did!” Mes teased as he waves his hand.
“Good m’rning! What are you going to do today too, Miss Reysha? Observing?” Sod asked with a sheepish smile but there’s no any intention behind it.
“Sod, Mes, I have something in mind that is quite bothering me. I want to ask the two of you about it.” Reysha confronted them directly.
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“Ask away! Unless it’s about one needs a good head, you can count on us!” Sod boasted.
“What could be the almighty Miss Reysha wanted to know?” Mes once again teased Reysha but to no avail, was ignored.
“Out of curiosity, I’d like to know what are you guys planning to do with all that wealth? It seems excessive and unnecessary. No doubt, your leader has something grand in his mind.” Reysha asked frankly and observe Sod and Mes.
“That’s…” Sod stops at that moment before he could say anything further.
“…I think it’s fine Sod! It’s Miss Reysha after all!” Mes encourages Sod.
Reysha raises an eyebrow from the two’s interaction as if they are hesitant and unsure but at the same time, really wanted to say the reason. Seeing that Reysha is keenly observing them, Sod and Mes brought back a smile on their countenance.
“Ahahaha! I’m sorry about that Miss Reysha! Truth be told, leader actually wanted to amass a huge amount of wealth because he…he actually wants to create…something in this place. It needs a lot of resources.” Sod explained.
“That’s all we can say for now Miss Reysha! The leader doesn’t want anything being spoiled. Let’s go Sod!” Mes beckoned Sod as he waves his hand to Reysha while picking up the construction tools from earlier.
Reysha wanted to squeeze some answers but she is not a fan of extorting information from unwilling people who seemingly wanted to keep that secret to the grave. She just exhaled a sigh and turn her back from the direction where the twins went.
Sod and Mes walk side by side and after several minutes, they reached outside, to the back of the mansion where they are creating a podium. Remembering Reysha’sm question, Mes look up in the sky like he is contemplating.
“Hey, Sod, you still remember right?” Mes asked Sod with a serious face.
“Yeah…it’s clear as day for me. Our lives…” Sod answered while staring far off with a dazed face.
The twins recalled their lives as young rascals.
In the streets of Mesola Kingdom, two boys litter around in skimpy and dirty clothes despite winter raining down its coldness.
For children of those age in the streets, they are bound to die like a stray dog. Unnoticed, ignored, or even despised due to their appearance.
Nothing to rely on, the twins, Sod and Mes, relied on stealing and tricking people for a living. Munching on a piece of bread for lunch, munching the other half at dinner.
Wealth, they thought.
If they are wealthy, if their parents didn’t abandon them, they aren’t going to experience such hardship, a hardship where they constantly seek for food day and night, a hardship where they are bound to get into a fistfight if they are caught or had a fight with other poverish children.
Right from the start, they are geniuses that’s knowledge wasn’t honed with books and teachings but sharpens through survival and common sense.
Through those, they learned trickery and sleight of hands to pickpocket. They learned how to survive on what they have on hands leading them to have high intelligence when it comes to an immediate first aid.
Survival of the fittest, the strong will consume the weak.
But for Sod and Mes, they are tricky raccoons that will steal anything not just from the strong but also from the weak making them not at the apex or the bottom tier of the food chain but outside of it.
That’s how they lived their lives until they met Falikh three years ago.
“Say, Sod, do you think we have our very own warm home now?” Mes asked with a faint smile curving on his lips.
“That’s what leader promised us after all. Not only for us, but for those who are needy. Now that we reached this point, I am compelled to support leader until the very end.” Sod answered as he set down the materials.
“That’s what I also thought. To be honest, I already feel like we are living in a warm home without this mansion. Together with everyone, as friends and companions, laughing and messing around, it’s truly a home befitting for us rascals.” Mes said as he started working.
Together, the two grinned at each other and laughs heartily realizing that say said so many cheesy lines.