A day passed and Tibaut was in his bed resting.

"Do I look like a joke to her?" Tibaut said, sounding upset about something.

""No, sorry, just focus on learning ki since that defense magic looked useless." My ass. What was the point in having me do that then!?" He said while imitating her voice.

A day ago after Tibaut had demonstrated he could (very poorly) use defensive magic, Elizabeth told him to focus on ki in the meantime. While he could understand where she was coming from since ki had a more concrete benefit, that didn't change the fact he was left feeling sore from yesterday's little training session with Tina.

"Son of a bitch! Why the hell do my arms feel sore after I use a bunch of magic?" He said as flapped them up and down on his bed.

"You okay in there?" Someone asked. It came from outside and Tibaut blushed slightly at the fact his bitching could be heard from outside.

"Yeah, I'm fine." He paused for a second. "Wait a minute, who is this?"

"You're pretty mean Tibaut, it's Jake, can't you recognize my voice?"

"...yes, just checking." He lied. "Wait a minute, why are you still here?"

"Huh?"

He knocked on the door before entering (unlike someone else Tibaut knew).

"What do you mean Tibaut?" Jake asked unsure what he meant.

"Well, we are guarding the place so aren't we supposed to be walking around the place to ensure everything is alright?"

"Ah, that. I guess Elizabeth never told you about our meeting with that head maid."

Tibaut looked to him for further explanation.

"Well, when we talked to her she said having us around is good enough."

"What? What does she mean by that?"

"They take a while to come back after their usual attacks so she said for the time being we're free to do whatever. And at maximum, we just need one person outside for lookout."

"What are we, decoration?"

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"I know how you feel. Honestly, this seems kinda weird but I've seen nobles do weirder things."

"So it isn't too out of the ordinary." Tibaut sighed and shrugged his shoulders.

"..."

"..."

They stayed there in awkward silence. Tibaut was tired so he lay on his bed with his eyes closed while Jake stood there unsure how to continue the conversation.

("I hate to say this but I'm not used to talking to guys other than Furor. Sure I talk to nobles sometimes but those are mostly pleasantries not conversation. Do people talk like Furor, do I have to wait for him to get angry to listen to what he says and defend myself? No, that's not a conversation that's a debate or argument. Tibaut's a guy, so what would guys like ourselves talk about? Women? Well, he hangs around Vanessa so it might work. Alright, I have an idea but what specificall-")

"Is there something else Jake?" Tibaut asked as he realized Jake was still in the room.

"Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah." He looked as though he had finally thought of something. "Hey Tibaut what is type of wo-"

"Yo!" Said Grace as she walked in. She had her hand raised and walked over to Tibaut. "The hell are you doing in bed, you lucky bastard!" She commented. She soon began pulling him out.

"What the hell's your problem?"

"Screw you, if I can't sleep past one in the afternoon you can't either!"

"You can though, aren't you staying over here?"

Her brown eyes filled with fury.

"That blonde friend of yours woke me up and told me to get to work."

After enough struggling she pulled him off his bed.

"Crabs in a bucket, huh."

"Why are you talking about Crabs? Unfortunately, they're out of season this time of the year."

"Never mind. Anyway, what are you gonna do now you have me out of bed?"

She thought about something for a few seconds before shrugging her shoulders.

("This bitch really did just drag me out of bed to spite me!") He turned to Jake. "Anyway, sorry about that, what were you asking me about before?"

"Ah right. (Dammit I was going to ask him his type since the conversation could snowball from there but now she is here.)" He had a quick glance at Grace and she had a smile on her face poking about the room while Tibaut glared at her. "Should I bank on the fact she doesn't act ladylike and might not mind a question like that? No, no, no matter the lady, unless it's Vanessa, they'd obviously feel uncomfortable about a guy ignoring them and talking their types in front of them. Damnit she's made kicking off this conversation a lot harder. What else could I ta- Oh combat. Yes, that could work since he seems to like training with Tina. Alright, what will I ask? His favourite move could work. Yes I've found a way out of this.) Hey Tibaut what's yo-"

"Oh, I know," Grace interjected. "Hehehe, this would still be considered work wouldn't it." She said as she grabbed Tibaut's hand.

"What, where are you bringing me?"

"Around the property obviously. I am technically your guide after all." She went behind and began pushing him out.

"I just want to rest for the time being, besides I don't even have anywhere in mind."

"Don't worry I'll pick out the best places to visit. Now, stop dragging your feet and let's go already." Said as she pushed him to the door.

Tibaut looked at Jake sympathetically.

"Sorry Jake, it looks like you'll have to ask me your question later."

She pushed him into the hallway and their footsteps became more and more faint.

Jake stood in the room with his hand held out.

"The only guy I'm ever going to regularly talk to is going to be Furor isn't it." Said Jake sounding fresh out of hope.