"The main family can be quite cruel sometimes, right Avis?" Said the pale-skinned man. He had his arms bent out looking at the scenery in front of them.
"They're a mean bunch, master." The woman said as she hugged him. "Whatever will we master?" She said in a high-pitched voice looking at him with tears in her eyes.
"Haha, my little Avis, just leave this all to me."
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"HOLD ON A MINUTE!" Tibaut shouted.
Albus tilted his head at him.
"What's the problem, Maid Red?"
"It's Tibaut, you bastard. Anyway, you're making this up."
Albus tilted his head even more.
"I haven't even gotten a few sentences in, you could at least listen to what I'm saying a little longer before accusing me, Maid Red."
Tibaut shook his hand in disagreement.
"You've already got one thing suspicious in it."
"And what's that?"
"How that bodyguard of yours talks."
He looked at him unsure what he was speaking about. "Bodyguard?"
"You know that maid that calls herself Avis."
"Oh, her. I forgot I called her that. I mean why is it suspicious if she talks like that, you don't know her." He said, sounding quite defensive.
"No way. Someone like her, who wouldn't think twice about attacking someone wouldn't sound like that. I'll cut my hand off if that's true."
"Why not make the wager serving me?"
Tibaut's face contorted at his suggestion.
"But still, it sounds like you've seen her in action."
"I almost became her victim while I was walking around the property," Tibaut said before finishing the last of the cupcake.
This caught Albus off guard and his eyes widened before returning to their usual size.
"It seems like she was sloppy. That isn't like her." He commented with a serious expression on his face.
"Like, I'm not saying she should be punished but she seems a bit more ruthless than the way you're describing her."
"Ugh, fine I'll tell it more 'accurately' since you don't like my creative liberties. For a maid like you, I'll give you the unedited version."
("I regret ever thinking this guy wasn't going to be some creep.")
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"Avis, is this really where they sent us?"
"Yes, it is, Lord Bradley."
"Tsk, bastards."
Before the duo stood a Grey Fort. It looked like it hadn't been visited in ages and there were cracks all along the stone that made it. Albus looked around the area before sighing.
"Now, young master, maybe the inside is better kept."
"I'd hope."
They took a quick inside and all it served to heighten Albus's blood pressure, it looked like it hadn't been cleaned in ages. The dust inside was so thick, he wondered if exploring the fort could be considered archaeology.
"Those bastar-"
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Tibaut now had his hands on Albus's shoulders.
"Albus you said you were attacked, so what does this have to do with anything?" Tibaut asked. At any other time, Tibaut would have let him speak but the maid outfit was getting to him and he had to get out of it before the last shreds of his pride vanished.
Albus shrugged his shoulders and sighed.
"Fine, I'll tell you from when I first saw them."
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Albus was in a wooden house, drinking tea across the table from Avis. He looked outside a glassless window at various men moving wood and stone.
"How long will it take them to finish Avis? With how open this house's design is, the bugs are starting to become a problem."
"And who said they wanted a house built as quickly as possible?"
Albus downed the cup while avoiding her gaze.
"They should take four months by our estimations." She said.
"They're sending me out here and we don't even have a proper house. Whatever, how many of the maids will be coming?"
"They should all be here by the end of the month, though I wonder about their living quarters."
Before Albus could comment on what she said, he heard some shouting outside and looked to see what the problem was.
A group of men who were wearing bandanas to cover their faces had started arguing with the construction workers.
"Avis, could you deal with that?"
"How so?" She said as she reached into her pockets.
"Calm down. It'd be bad if you killed them, I don't want the people here to think I'm some warlord."
She removed her hands from her pockets with nothing taken out.
"As you wish, little master."
Albus blushed.
"Don't call me that anymore, I'm a man now."
She giggled before leaving.
("Yeah right.") Tibaut thought as he heard this.
She left the hastily built log cabin and walked over to their unwanted visitors.
"Fucks your problem man? We're just trying to work!" A man with a giant slab of stone in his hands shouted to the man blocking him.
"And you call yourself a Lochy? Bending over and taking the money of some Anglia ass wipe?"
Avis stepped between them and faced the man covering his face.
"What seems to be the problem?" She asked.
The other men with bandanas noticed and soon surrounded her. The construction workers decided to stop what they were doing and also came over with some looking worried.
"You from Anglia, bitch?"
"As far as I can tell we're still in Anglia."
He walked up to her and grabbed her collar.
"Don't you dare say something like that to me you bitch. You think now, 'cause you bullied us into becoming a part of you we'll accept that?"
"Mr. Patriot, I know it must be tough to know this but I have no control over what my government did. If what you're saying is true, I truly feel sorry for all of you but what does that have to do with my master building here? Or the people working here? This seems like a matter to take up with parish courts or the royal family, not us."
The man gritted his teeth and attempted to throw a punch at her. She put a hand in her pocket but before the punch could even be swung down another man stopped him. From the marina he was wearing and the dirt and sweat all over him, he looked to be a construction worker.
"Just give it up already. You guys say all sorts of things about Anglia being devils yet, ever since they took over I couldn't tell ya an ounce of difference other than traveling being easier."
The man in the bandana looked insulted but as looked around he decided not to say anything more. The construction worker had all decided to pick up either larger rocks or wooden planks.
"Listen pal, we're all people of the same parish here, so before you decide to do someone you might regret, imma ask you to leave." The construction worker told him while wearing a stern look.
The man clicked his tongue. "Whatever. Be the Anglians' little pooches all you like."