When she spoke those words, she meant it. When Albus looked outside, no one survived. Not one of the attackers, nor any of the adventurers he hired. It looked like the front of a war, rather than a luxurious estate meant for a noble.

"After that, I decided to hire more guards, just in case though, I'd have never expected them to go on for this long, I don't even do anything important, I just live here."

"I mean, you have a bunch of women on your property."

He looked Tibaut in the face before putting his hand on his forehead.

"Ah, so that's the reason."

("You're now just realizing?")

"So they're a bunch of perverts you think? Though I suppose, now that I think about it does make sense. I've heard one of my maids talk about some recent disappearances. To think, they're not patriots but perverts." He said while clenching his fist.

"Yeah, perverts." Tibaut looked down at his outfit. "But man, this does sound like it's a problem. Do you think I can help?" Tibaut asked.

"Wow, I never expected you to be a defender of justice Maid Red."

Tibaut held himself back and took a few deep breaths.

"Albus, stop calling me that. Besides it's not like I'm going to solve or help end anything. It's just… well, you know, I don't think I could stand knowing people like that are anywhere near me or my friends."

"What? Afraid for those two girls with you?"

Tibaut groaned, not sure of the answer himself.

"Well, I'm not sure about the relationship between you and that Avis but wouldn't you feel a bit antsy with those types of people around?"

"I think I get what you mean." He said while nodding his head. "Well, I suppose I could ask the local police if they need any help."

Then without any prior warning, Tibaut got up and headed for the door.

"Aren't you rude?" Albus said in a cheerful tone.

"I'm not the bastard who put another dude in a maid outfit."

He shrugged his shoulders and moved his head in the direction of the maid in the room, pointing at her.

She stared at him blankly before, realizing his intent and getting up.

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Tibaut found himself in a changing room and contemplated burning the outfit off him, but gritted his teeth and simply took it off.

"Tch, you had Elizabeth and Tina yet this bastard went straight for me. You better hope I die young you bastard or come the day after your funeral, I'll piss on your grave."

Although he said that, he was somewhat thankful he'd let him try his hand at this group. Were they tainted by the cult, or was this just another terrible group doing terrible things?

As Tibaut left the changing room, he stumbled upon a maid waiting outside.

She had blonde hair so pale, you'd be forgiven for thinking it was bleached. Instead of the usual black her maid uniform was a deep navy blue and had the sleeves rolled up to her elbows. She was shorter than Tibaut but still tall for a woman. She wore no bonnet and had short hair styled into a pixie cut. She had the complexion of Elizabeth but he wasn't sure if it was due to exposure to the sun or naturally like that. However, her eyes were a generic brown, making Tibaut question if blonde was her true hair colour.

"Um, can I help you?"

She shook her head.

"No, no, Sir, I should be asking if I can do anything for you." She said full of vigour and enthusiasm. "In fact, that's what I'm doing right now, Maid Red. Just tell me where you want to go and I'll take you there."

Tibaut's face twisted.

"Ugh, you aren't all going to call me that right?"

"Haha, don't worry, you'll be used to it in no time."

Tibaut started walking away.

"Woah, woah," she grabbed his hand, "Didn't you hear the part about me being your guide?"

"Does it have to be you?"

"I wouldn't let you choose another option." She said with a smile on her face. She patted him on the back and walked in front of him.

"Come on, don't just stand there. You want to meet back with your friends don't you?"

"Oh, I have words for them."

"Then let's get going!"

She went back behind him and started pushing him along.

He sighed and went along with it.

"Still, you got along pretty well with our lord." She commented while still pushing him.

"You call that getting along?"

"Of course, I even saw you smirk a few times." She childishly brought her legs up as she walked behind him.

("Those were out of anger.")

"Of course. That's the first time I've seen the Lord smile that much."

("Did that bastard know what he was doing? Was he just fucking with me?")

"I'm jealous, you know?" She said while pretending to pout. "That's supposed to be our job. Unless you're willing to join?"

Tibaut continued the rest of the walk in silence no matter how much she apologized.

"Come on, I'm sorry, don't be so stiff."

"So are they here?"

"They should be."

She tipped her toes and looked in one of the windows.

"That them?"

He looked himself and saw the three of them talking to the maid that had tried to kill him a day earlier.

"Yup."

She looked at him and tilted her head.

"Aren't you going in?"

"No thank you. I've had my fill of explanations from Albus. They can just tell me the important bits when they come out."

"You're lazy for an adventurer."

"You're one to talk. After all, you were just guiding me, so you should be finished."

She scratched her head and started squatting.

"Nah, I'm just waiting on those guys. You see, the adventurers employed usually had a maid guide them around the property, and I've made the hard decision of taking on that task."

He squatted next to her.

"I suppose I'll have to pass the time like this."

"Don't worry." She pulled something out from her meagre chest. "Let's just play with these till they're finished." In her hands were a pair of dice.

"(I feel like a delinquent.) Fine but I don't have any money on me."

She smiled.

"Me neither."