"They left soon after, but that was just a sign of things to come. Honestly, I don't know why I wasn't more concerned when that happened."

Albus was lying down on the bench and trying his best to use Tibaut's lap as a pillow. Tibaut's jaw muscles were clenched with his eyebrows furrowed as he did his best to push away his head.

"Ever heard the term sexual harassment?"

Albus continued smiling while trying to rest his head.

"Don't be like that Maid Red, it's not like I want to do anything to you. I just want to experience you in the maid outfit."

"Don't make me kill you bastard."

"pft, as if you could."

Tibaut raised an eyebrow at this comment but realized he was probably talking about that head maid of his, protecting him. Though now that he thought about it, the maid who drew him was still in the room and simply giggled at them bickering.

"Anyways, where was I? Oh right, the first 'attack'." He said as he made air quotes.

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It was the middle of the night and the construction workers had long left.

"Avis, can you sleep in bed with me?"

The pair were in their windy log cabin and the night breeze was not kind.

"Well, I suppose it has been a while since we shared a bed." She commented not against the idea.

("Is this bastard fucking bragging?") Tibaut thought.

"Thanks, I could really use the warmth."

She walked towards the cabin door and left without saying a word. He lay on his bed in silence unsure of what happened.

("Maybe she forgot something?")

Curious, he got up and followed after her.

As he walked he marveled at his surroundings.

"I heard he was good but to do this with a bunch of regular people is amazing."

Various foundations had been built all over the land in the three weeks he had arrived. Some of them had even had walls built.

"At this point, the fort is going to be out of place, no matter how much they fix and remodel it."

The fort was also undergoing some repairs and improvements as its current state was a bit concerning.

He walked on what would be his future main building and found Avis, looking at a wall.

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"Is it that interesting?"

"Hmph,"

She looked at him before turning back to the wall. Her face was expressionless as always.

"I have nothing to say to someone who considers me a heat source."

He approached what she was viewing and placed his hand on her shoulder, which she quickly pushed off. He smiled and tried to look oblivious.

"Anyway, why's that x got your interest?"

On the wall, she was looking at was an X with finger-length strokes carved into the wall.

"Whenever spots like this are made, they usually indicate something being done to the area, whether it is being destroyed, carved or something placed here."

"What about it?" He asked. He didn't get why she was interested after her explanation.

"Well, the men out here use pencils to mark areas like."

"Maybe they just got lazy?"

"No, I've seen them work, they use pencils for this. What's odder is the fact I've seen several of these so far."

"Come on, stop overthinking it and let's get back already I'm cold." He said as he crossed his arms.

"Wouldn't your magic be able to warm you up?"

"Hmm, maybe, but I want to sleep next to you."

Albus was looking around when saw something out of the corner of his eye.

"Hey?" He said. He saw movement and tried to speak to the figure.

"Shit" someone quietly muttered before the sound of footsteps were heard.

This immediately caught Avis's attention and as soon as she stood up, she went into a full sprint.

She was able to catch the intruder without incident.

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"Yeah right," Tibaut said

"I don't see the problem?"

"She just caught him as if? Are you telling me she decided to kill me without hesitation but just caught that guy without killing him?"

Albus started sweating and scratching his head.

"Come on, just tell me what happened with censoring it."

"Oh, I suppose I can, though I'm going to have to ask you for another drawing of you like that later."

Tibaut lips pursed.

"... you know,"

"Don't worry Tibaut I'll give you the story with no details omitted, my wonderful maid."

Tibaut had defeat in his eyes and his shoulders slumped.

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Avis chased the figure and they threw something at her. It looked to be a bottle with a flaming rag in its opening. She bent lower than any normal human could at that speed and caught it. Considering he didn't hear the sound of glass breaking the man looked around and was just in time to see her throw it back. He crashed to the ground and the bottle broke in front of him. He cussed at the bruises he got from his fall and got up only to see the maid in his face. He instinctively threw a punch but something caught it before it touched.

"Who are you?"

"Shut up bitch."

He tried reaching his other hand into his pocket but felt a searing pain around the hand that was stopped.

"Let me ask again. Who." He felt greater pain. "Are" Under the moonlight he saw his hand was bleeding. "You" It fell off.

The man screamed in agony while rolling around on the floor. Someone else walked up.

"Avis, you really should have gone easy on him."

The man glared at Albus. "You're that pretty boy bastard they sent down here, aren't you?"

Albus didn't have an ounce of fear on his face.

"Well, people do say the only thing I have is my face, so I guess you're not wrong."

He pulled his other hand out of his pocket and threw something. It was a stick of dynamite and the fuse was already lit.

Before he even had the time to look concerned, the fuse was cut off before it reached him. It hit his chest and fell to the ground.

The man on the ground didn't even have time to process what happened before his head was cut off.

"So Avis,"

The maid looked deep in thought before sprinting away.

"Huh?" He mouthed confused at her reaction.

"Those bastards, did they-"

A moment later when she was no less than 10 meters away from Albus, various explosions were heard and seen around the property, from the various foundations.

She stood there with her fists clenched.

"So that was what those marks were about." Soon enough, they saw several figures running.

"Lord Bradley, do you mind if I deal with this?" She said holding as she clenched her fist looking at them, scurrying away like insects.

"Go wild."