"Where are we going now?" Said Tibaut in a voice that oozed disinterest.

He turned to her as she pushed him.

"I guess I can show you the garden."

"What garden?"

"Well it isn't a garden, what was it called again?" She said as she tried to recall.

As she pushed him, she spent the rest of the time going "hmmmm" until she reached their stop. Before them stood a giant glass building with all sorts of greenery inside.

"Oh, it's a greenhouse."

"Yeah, that!"

Tibuat looked at it in suspicion.

"Why does he have a greenhouse?"

She shrugged her shoulders and opened the door.

"Maybe he likes plants?"

"You've been working here for how long and you don't even know why this is here?"

"All I do is clean and occasionally draw him stuff. Besides, it's not like knowing about the function of this place is gonna add anything to my purse."

Tibaut saw her point and soon entered.

"Woah,"

"I have to admit this place is kinda pretty." She commented.

In the greenhouse were trees and bushes of various kinds but the real focus was on the flowers and herbs. Some had the appearance of a regular shrub but were a colour other than green like purple, blue or dark red. The flowers came in every colour from black to everything between it and white.

"It's been a while since I've seen some of these."

Grace turned him with an eyebrow raised.

"What are you talking about? Most of these are all high-class plants that are scattered over the continent."

"I thought you said you didn't know anything about this place."

"I was gonna pick one, but a maid in here put a shear to my throat and told me that. I honestly don't get what the deal was, they grow a lot of stuff in here anyway, so one flower shouldn't be much of a deal." She said.

"How are you still employed? (Hmm, maybe he's gathering plants over the continent to sell at a premium here? Or maybe he just appreciates their beauty? Well it'd make sense if he showed them the same amount of enthusiasm he did maids.)

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They decided to take a walk around the greenhouse until he encountered a plant he seemed to have fond memories of.

"Oh I remember this, man it was a lifesaver when I was traveling by myself."

"Oh, you travelled." Said Grace, realizing why he said the plants seemed familiar.

"Wait, did you think I was lying?"

"I mean it's kind of a fact guys lie to sound cool."

Tibaut sighed and continued observing them.

"So are they edible?"

"Enough." He said ominously.

A nearby overheard maid heard they're conversations and looked at him in shock. Grace couldn't help but notice her.

She waved at her.

"Oh, Maggie, what's up?"

"Who's she?" Tibaut asked.

"The person who put the shear to my throat."

She was watering a flower nearby but soon stopped to walk over to them.

"Excuse me, Sir, did you say these are edible?" She asked, looking very concerned.

"I mean they got me through a few hard times, what's the problem?"

"Well, they're mildly poisonous. The only reason we grow them is for their scent some are a fan of."

Grace covered her mouth and started giggling.

"Hehe, it seems I was right about guys lying."

"It induces paralysis, right?" Tibaut asked.

Both maids were left silent. Grace looked to Maggie waiting for an answer.

"T-that's right…"

"Man, the first time I ate one of those it really scared me. If I didn't know how to use a curing spell, I don't know how long I would have had to wait until it wore off."

Grace looked at him in amazement and Maggie's face paled at his words.

"Is it particularly dangerous?" He asked.

"N-no, I'm just surprised you said you ate them consistently."

"Well the first week I ate them I had to use a cure whenever I did but after that, I think my body adapted since it was rare I had to use cure anytime after that."

Maggie instinctively covered her mouth from hearing him speak like she was watching a horror movie, while Grace patted him on the back.

"Wow, Tibaut you're made from some stern stuff."

"If something can be made edible, my own mana is a small cost."

"Have you eaten anything else in this room before?" the maid asked.

"I recognize a few of them here and there. Is that a problem?"

"No, just curiosity. If you'll excuse me."

After looking like she had just seen a ghost she bowed before taking her leave.

"Well, it was fun exploring here, got anywhere else?"

"Hmm, let's knock all these out today. We should have enough time."

They began a tour of every building on the property that could be considered interesting. Tibaut enjoyed himself more than he thought he would and Grace was satisfied in the fact she wouldn't have to do any work.

As walked around Tibaut noticed a terrible smell.

"Ugh, what the hell is that?"

"Oh, I guess we're near the fort."

Tibaut looked around and eventually caught sight of it behind another building.

"Why the hell does it smell so much?"

"I've heard the lord say during the repair process some pretty smelly chemicals are being used to fix it up."

"Fix it up?"

"Yeah, I hear they've been trying to fix it since he came here but it's gone so poorly he's had to take drastic measures."

"Huh (well this is a medieval society so them using all manners of bullshit on some stubborn building hoping it works isn't too out of the ordinary.)"

"We can't even go in there anyway so let's get going."

"I still can't get over the communal showers having a window," Tibaut said while grinning.

"Well, it is mostly other maids or the lord here so we don't mind. Plus it's so high up, I'm amazed you could jump up there. I guess the reward incentivized you. (I was honestly hoping to see you balance on some empty barrels or something, but he is an adventurer so I should have expected as much.)" She remarked.

"I honestly wasn't expecting anyone to be in there, don't say it like I did it out of desperation."

"Whatever you say, you lecher." She said with a smile on her face pushing him.