As another year passed in his life, the maid noticed several changes the lord had implemented.

"Albus." She asked calmly.

"What is Avis?" He politely responded.

"Who are these women?" She asked while pointing to the other women in the room.

They had hair of various colours, nice builds, with one being slim and the other two having some muscle on them, and most noticeably, pretty faces.

"Oh, they're your underlings."

"..."

The other maids in the room smiled as they looked at her and one even gave her a thumbs up.

She took a deep breath in and placed her hand against her forehead. She turned to all of them.

"Could you please all wait in the hallway? I have something to discuss with the lord."

They turned to each other and slowly walked out of the room and closed the door.

"Albus." She calmly asked.

"So what do you think of them?"

"Why do you ask? Are they not to your liking? Actually, let's move back a second, why the hell are you giving me underlings you little shit? I'm here for an easy paycheck and I'm sure as not in the mood to manage those girls of yours. Put them with the other maids."

She walked over to the ottoman in the room and lay down on it.

Albus smirked when she told him that and got up from his chair at the wooden desk he was sitting at.

"That's where you're wrong, Avis. They're no ordinary maids." He seemed quite smug when he announced this so couldn't help but worry.

"I see, so that's why you haven't gotten me any garottes this year." She coldly commented as she looked at the ceilings.

"With the way you use them, I don't think you can call them those garottes anymore. I'm pretty sure whoever made them didn't expect someone to be cutting them to cut through arms and legs instead of necks."

The maid on the ottoman shrugged.

"It's not my fault they were made with uncreative purposes. So why, Lord Bradley, are they special?"

"Oh, right. It's cause they're all just like you."

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Avis raised an eyebrow at this comparison. She reached into her pockets and carefully kept her eyes on the door.

"In what way exactly Al?"

She seemed perked up and was ready for a commotion any second now.

"I know you wouldn't be able to tell. All the other maids noticed immediately."

Avis wasn't sure how to take that statement and continued listening.

"They're not professional maids."

All the tension in Avis's body vanished and she got up off the ottoman and walked over to her boss. She gave him a smack on the head.

"What's fucking deal, huh? You think I'm lonely or some shit you little bastard!? I swear you get more annoying every day."

"Now, now, Avis, why would you be lonely when you have me? Besides that's not the reason."

Avis fixed her face, so she could get angry again when he said something stupid. She felt being permanently angry as he spoke wouldn't have the same impact.

"Alright pretty boy, speak up."

"Well, you've been way easier to deal with than the other maids."

She tilted her head. "Are they shit-talking you or something? I can set 'em straight if that's all you're asking."

Albus frantically made an X motion with his hands while shaking his head.

"No way! As long as they work for me I'll treat them like human beings. I wouldn't want a repeat of what you did to that one butler who wouldn't stop stealing panties after I told you to talk to him."

Avis took slight offence but shrugged her shoulders since being told to do nothing fit perfectly with her current employment.

"No, I'm saying there's a certain magic you have that the other maids. They're so stiff and polite that it's kinda miserable interacting with them. I know they're trained to be like that but that's not my style."

"And what exactly have you hired these women for?"

"To be honest, I just want more maids like you."

"Kid, that sounds like a terrible idea."

He held his arm out and pointed to her. "I know that's why I'm having you train them. You're my perfect idea of a maid so they'll be perfect in your hands. Plus you do actually serve as an okay regular maid, so you can teach them about that as well."

"I assume you'll also be having your baths with them?"

"Of course not Avis, that's something between us."

She sighed.

"I see. You truly are deplorable."

"Woah what's this about?" He asked, feeling whiplash from her sudden mood switch.

"You can call them my underlings all you want but all you're making is a harem, Master, like those savages in the south."

"Come on, Avis, it isn't like that." He moaned in a whining voice.

"Alright, then explain in more detail about that excuse of yours about creating more me's."

Albus got up and pushed his chair under his desk. He walked up to her and hugged her.

"I mean it's pretty embarrassing saying this?" He blushed as he spoke and was glad she couldn't see his face right now. "When you took care of me in that cabin, it was one of happiest times in my life. You took care of me, you bathed, you fed me food and you didn't treat me as badly as the others here. When I looked into their eyes all saw was disgust but when I looked into yours you saw me as a person and tried to treat me like one too. More than any of the women who work here, you feel like the ideal maid. Is it so bad I'd want more of my ideal maids here? In my eyes, anyone who starts as a maid can't be one I'll ever want. Not a true one anyway. They have to gr-"

Avis pushed him off of her and delivered a punch to his gut. She brought back her fist and clicked her tongue when she felt it sting, shocked he had the audacity to use his magic.

"So what you're saying is they're all useless and you're hoping for them to be more like me. sigh (Albus, I know the people in your life were terrible but I'm also one of them!)"

He looked into blank space and rested his hand on his chin.

"Not exactly but if that explanation works for you then sure. I expect good things, Avis."

He gave her a thumbs up and she promptly left the room with her mood soured.