"Avvvviiissssss!" Albus shouted in a drawn-out tone.
The maid was outside guarding the cabin for the last night. After waking up he quickly came outside.
"Take a break already, you need some rest."
Her uniform was covered in splatters of blood but she didn't care how she looked, as long as any risk was present, she'd defend him.
"I shall stay here until the workers arrive. Now go back inside until then."
"But," Albus pointed away, "Are you sure you want to leave that there?"
A few meters away from their humble cabin was a pile of garbage. The garbage that had decided to attack last night. In total, there were 9 nine bodies piled on each other. Some had lost heads while others had lost limbs.
"I do think there would be no advantage to hiding them."
"Come on, Avis regular people can't handle stuff like this."
"I have no respect for people who want to look away from reality."
"These are dead bodies." He bluntly stated.
Avis changed her tone.
"Little Master, while I…."
"..."
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Tibaut managed to reach a compromise with the pale pervert and allowed him to rest on his shoulder.
"Hmm, these guys sound serious."
"I wish they'd use they're patriotism for something more useful, honestly." He faintly spoke with his eyes closed.
"Though I assume this was just the beginning."
The maid who had drawn them earlier was now blushing and seemed to be putting a concerning amount of effort into what she was drawing. The only thing Tibaut was glad for was that he wouldn't have to see the end result. Albus also opened one of his eyes to look at her dubiously.
"More or less. Though they kept using the same method afterwards so there's no point talking about anything other than the first time it happened."
("Thank God. After this, I can change and leave.")
He had a sly smile on his face from this thought. Even if he had stopped being vocal, that doesn't mean he accepted it.
"Ah, right, eventually we rebuilt all they destroyed relatively quickly and we finished most of the estate by that point. Then came that day."
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Albus opened the front doors of his decadent new mansion. The inside had wood carvings attached to the walls with a spotless marble floor that contrasted the dark wood used.
"Hmm, seems a bit much."
The maid tried to fix her bonnet before taking it off and hiding it in a pocket.
"Master, please remember that this please was designed for the family as a whole, not specifically you."
Albus looked around the house and started running his fingers against the carved wood.
"As if those bastards are ever gonna come here."
Albus stopped telling the story to clarify something.
"Oh, by the way, Avis hired a few bodyguards since she wasn't so sure about my safety."
("You could have just kept telling the story.") Tibaut thought
He continued where he left off.
The sounds of an angry mob were quickly heard outside and someone soon started banging on the door. The duo looked to the door in worry and Avis decided to approach.
She pulled something out of her pocket ready for action but she had no need.
"Hello!?" Someone asked.
"Oh, it's you." She quickly recognized the voice. It was one of the bodyguards.
"Oh thank God, is the lord with you?"
"Yes, he is. What seems to be the problem out there?"
Although the mansion had windows the only ones that pointed to the noise were located upstairs.
"Don't worry about it, just sit your asses in there."
"Are you sure you don't need my help?"
"...it'd be appreciated."
Avis looked to her master and he did the same to her.
"That doesn't sound too good."
"Just give me a few minutes, and I'll have it dealt with."
She gave him a confident look before walking to the door. Even with the door opened briefly, he saw some of the carnage going on outside. He saw one of the adventurers making blood fly with a mace, though he looked like he had been sent through a rock tumbler. The guards were against people in bandanas, some running around while others stood their ground. He couldn't imagine the full picture from that brief glimpse but he knew it was rough out there. Nonetheless, Avis stepped out the door with no hesitation and quickly closed it. Some banging was heard against the door before abruptly stopping. He assumed they were barricading the door but when he asked what they were doing he got no response. Time passed and he walked around the mansion. He looked around various windows scattered around the house (except the ones upstairs) and saw only brief snapshots of the carnage. A few stragglers here and there that had been put down like animals. Though, since it seemed they were after his life, "better them than him," he thought.
He decided to sit down on a couch with hands held together to pass the time.
"Thank God the maids weren't due to come until next week. Who knows what would have happened then."
On the topic of maids, his mind wandered and before he knew it appeared to be evening.
Upon realising the time sweat slowly started to form on his forehead.
"Surely not."
The sounds of battle had died down for a while now, yet no one had come to open the door. He wasn't sure if this meant they were still fighting or maybe… the attackers left.
Growing worried he knocked on the front door.
"Hello?"
No response.
They were probably still fighting so had sat back down and bided his time.
As sat he heard the breaking of wood and the sound of something heavy being dragged away.
"..."
He didn't say a word and just watched. He clenched his fists and walked towards the door.
The noises soon stopped and he stood in front of the door waiting with bated breath. He couldn't stop himself from breathing hard and tensed his body in preparation to attack.
The door slowly opened, and though the sight initially relieved him, it was most definitely not what he wanted to see.
Avis was covered in wounds and blood, presumably both hers and her enemies' and stumbled inside. Even the beloved maid outfit was tattered beyond the point of restoration. If she wasn't wearing a bra her breasts would be exposed for the world to see, though it would be the least of her concerns. Her face was emotionless as always and she looked at him.
"None remain."
After saying those two words she fell to the floor.