Ah, Mother, Father, Pyrus, I ask if you're looking down at me from above, please stop. I ask you all to forgive me for letting something like this happen to me. I should have known from the start, I should have fought back harder. Now, I've sullied your eyes and made you see my ruination. I'm not sure I will ever be able to look in a mirror again.

This is the end of the road for me. I won't ever be able to live a normal life for as long as I live. Could you all please prepare a space for me? I think I'm going to be visiting you all very soon.

"Nice," Albus said huffing and puffing with a blushed face. "Your slender build, your youthful face, that lovely crimson hair, and that lovely unblemished skin. It's all so amazing, and it pairs so well with a maid outfit!"

Tibaut had his eyes closed as he didn't want to confront the cold reality he was faced with.

"Is that so…" He said, sounding almost clinical. "I don't think I can wear one." He said as he gritted his teeth.

"What are you talking about, you're in one of the finest ones I own."

Tibaut was standing in front of a mirror in the iconic outfit, from the black dress and the white apron to the bonnet. Albus even added his own flare by adding a choker. The only reason Tibaut hadn't burned the place down was due to talking Albus out of putting stockings on him. His hair was straight and tidy from having various maids brush and comb it. This wasn't rock bottom for Tibaut but it was pretty fucking close. The worst part about it was that the materials were quite high quality so it was pretty comfortable and it provided a nice warmth since this was the time of the year it began to feel cold.

His eyebrow twitched when he heard what the man with the face of a princess rather than a prince answered.

"W-what are you talking about? I'm wearing a black kilt that has a shirt attached." Tibaut said while wearing a fragile-looking smile.

"Be glad you're wearing that Tibaut, you're probably the only man I can think of that can pull it off."

A vein on Tibaut's forehead twitched and his face made it seem like he was contemplating murder.

"Even when you're angry, it looks nice. It's like you were made for maid outfits."

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Tibaut couldn't take it anymore and opened his eyes.

"LISTEN HERE, YOU SON O-"

His eyes wandered towards the mirror. He fell to his knees with an empty look in his eyes. There was no denying it. He was in a maid outfit.

"Even your look of despair is delightful!"

Tibaut gave him a look that held nothing back in terms of what he was feeling and slowly got up.

"But seriously, how long are you gonna have me do this for? I'm not even getting paid."

"Don't worry I'll add a bonus on your commission. This alone is worth doubling your fee."

("Now I just feel like an escort.") Tibaut thought as he examined the outfit. "Still, was it really necessary for your maids to change me?"

"Well, you wouldn't budge so my hand was forced. Besides I'm sure they were happy to see someone other than me in my underwear."

"They see you in your underwear?" His attention was caught by what he said.

"Pretty often."

("Tch, this lucky bastard")

"Lord Bradley, I'm finished with the drawing." A maid who was sitting in the back minding her own business stated.

"Ah, perfect."

"Can I take this shit off now?" Tibaut asked.

"Say Tibaut," Albus said with a smile and bright eyes.

Tibaut's eyes squinted. ("Just gonna ignore me, huh?")

"Do you have a sister?"

"Tch, I have a cousin but I couldn't tell you where she is."

Albus breathed a long and overdrawn sigh. "Aw, man I was really hopeful. I really would love a maid that looks like you."

As Tibaut was quickly making his exit Albus grabbed his shoulder. "Don't you have questions to ask me?"

"Let me change out of this first."

"No." He said quite firmly. With how resolved his face was looking, Tibaut decided to ask what he came for and get out.

"What the hell's up with the guys attacking you?"

The smile on Albus's face resided, though he didn't look annoyed or bothered by what Tibaut stated.

"Ah them. Those Lochmull bunch." He walked over to a bench in the room and sat down. "You can have a seat."

Tibaut rolled his eyes and sat down beside him.

"So who are these Lochmull guys?"

"This parish was originally a small territory called Lochmull. They feel that it should have stayed that way."

"I think I heard about that, but I never heard the name of the place." Albus handed him something in his hand.

"Apparently the noble that used to overlook this parish was some big shot in the previous territory. And as such people didn't complain about it that much. But that all changed when I came here."

"I guess that makes sense. By the way, why did you give this to me?" Tibaut asked. He held out the thing Albus gave him and it was a cupcake.

"Feel free to take it, it's always nice to see something cute like eating a cupcake."

Tibaut gritted his teeth when he heard this and ate the cupcake in the least sophisticated manner he could manage.

"That also has its own appeal. As long as it's a maid anyway you do it is fine." He said with a soft smile on his face.

("I'll kill him, I swear to God or whoever the hell's up there. Screw this bastard, I hope he has all his maids get ntr'd")