Jake stood outside timidly listening to Tibaut raging inside and wondered if he should have just left.

("Ah, I blew my chance. I didn't want to try talking to him while those other two were in there. But now it seems he's upset about something. He'd probably feel embarrassed about it if I entered now. Maybe I'll just wait until he's in a better mood.")

Jake looks to both his sides in the hallway.

("Dangit, I can't wait out here, in the open. What would someone think if they just saw me standing outside of his room? This would totally look creepy, wouldn't it? If I tell them I'm going to talk to him they'd just think it's an excuse. Come on Tibaut, calm down already, my friend group is already small, I need more people to talk to that aren't Furor!")

"Fuck!" Tibaut shouted inside his room.

("I mean, it does sound like he's in distress. Is it actually in danger? I heard something like wood breaking earlier. Is it an enemy?")

As placed his hand on the door but stopped himself.

("No, no, no, what if there's nothing in there though? If I just burst through his door, who knows what compromising position he'd be in? And he'd know I was on the other side of the door listening to him. That fact alone would put a damper on any conversation starter I'd try.")

As Jake sat there in contemplation someone walked past him and opened the door.

"Yo, Maid Red."

"You bastard, my name is Tibaut!"

It was the lord who looked like a princess rather than a prince, Albus. He quickly closed the door behind him and left Jake standing there with a hand held out jaw agape. His shoulders fell limp and his head sank as a dark atmosphere took over him and his surroundings.

"Don't be like, Maid Red, you should be happy you can do a maid outfit justice. I don't think any other man can say that."

Tibaut gritted his teeth and looked at him like he killed his dog.

"If you love them so much why don't you wear them yourself?" He bitterly responded.

He put a hand on his and thought about it for a moment.

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"Hmmm, I do think I'd look nice but it'd just be too weird."

Tibaut had to hold himself back as every fibre in his body that was screaming to teach this asshole a lesson.

After taking several deep breaths, he walked over to him.

"This visit got a reason? And if you mention anything about maid outfits I'll throw you outside."

"Come on don't be like that Ma-"

Tibaut's face flinched and he started clenching his fist.

"...Tibaut. Besides,"

He lifted up Tibaut's hand and looked at it.

"Hoh, hoh, so this is the power of a level 1 potion. (She better not have any more. I've heard their manufacturers have methods of tracking them down and I don't need them rummaging around the place for something I'm not at fault for.)"

"Y-yeah it's quite something."

He let his hand go and walked over to him to take a seat (as opposed to the chair a step or two away.)

"(Oh shit the hand's still there.) Is the chair not to your tastes, Lord Maid Fetish?"

"I'm insulted," Albus replied as he kicked his feet. "Maids are the ultimate woman, and their uniform would put whatever trash women in high society wear to shame but I'd never be so brazen as to think I would sully one."

"Really?" Tibaut said unconvinced.

"Okay maybe one or two but I make sure they lose the maid outfit before we do anything. It'd feel disrespectful to have them wear it while having a date."

"(I don't get this guy, also the fact a guy like him has dated before me… I know he has money but that isn't fucking fair!!!) Did you come in here to tell me of the women you seduce?"

"Sorry for getting sidetracked." He stuck a small part of his tongue out and hit his head.

("Gross.")

"I've heard from Grace and from old man O'Reilly, bless the guy. It seems you two had a rough time." He commented cheerfully.

The mood became stifling as he said those words and Tibaut turned his face away. He walked over to the chair before sighing and sitting down. His face became downcast and any energy he had left his voice.

"I guess."

"Don't be like that." He began tapping his shoulder which looked and seemed quite condescending but Tibaut didn't have the energy in him to tell him to knock it off. "Because of you two, those attackers didn't weren't able to steal, no, kidnap all those women. You should be glad for doing such a good thing."

"Really?"

Albus looked at him, unsure what he meant by that. Tibaut continued.

"What's there to be glad about? That bastard forced us to fight his lackeys while he was busily taking their women like he was picking berries. I'm sure that was probably the plan as soon as he saw me."

"Bastard?" Albus commented confused. ("Grace didn't mention anything about this.")

"Right, I should probably tell you, based on what I saw last night, those patriotic bastards you were talking about, they're probably working with the cult."

Albus couldn't contain his shock as he heard this.

"I-i-is that so?" He commented, sounding noticeably startled by that statement. "This isn't good at all then. To think they have reached here as well, spreading terror."

"I know. The guy I saw was from my home parish as well."

"What? You're saying he came from your parish? What's going on here?" He asked, puzzled.

"No idea, but honestly, I know this sounds kind of mean, but I'd recommend you leave the parish. That guy is a real piece of work." He looked like he was being forced to swallow a ball of nails as he said as he remembered him.