A day passed, and Albus called his uncle over to discuss something. It was a very unassuming message but this was probably the first time he had invited his uncle over with no holiday or special date close by.

They both sat under a gazebo with Avis standing guard close by. They had an assortment of charcuterie on a table and ate as they talked. His uncle seemingly showed no restraint and had already gone through half the table.

"(Ugh, sorry girls, looks like there aren't going to be any leftovers.) Geez, Uncle Choeros, you should ease down, this was meant to last the entire evening."

Although the portly man with several more chins than he should was quickly cleaning through the table, the way he ate wasn't undignified or grotesque. He ate gracefully like any other noble but the speed at which he did it, made it seem like he was fast-forwarded.

"Ohoho, my boy, glutton isn't something to be ashamed of when around family. In fact, you should be glad you have people you can be around who would laugh at your antics instead of condemning you."

"(Uncle, at least let me fill my stomach before you finish the table.) I guess you're not wrong there."

Looking at his uncle so cheery, he knew what he heard had to be some sort of lie or miscommunication. There was no way a man like him had any bone in his body that would allow him to do such a thing. Someone had to be taking advantage of his uncle in some way.

"So you read my letter Uncle Choeros." The tone and general atmosphere of Albus shifted when he said these few words. It sounded like he struggled to even get the words out of his mouth. His eyes quickly darted off his uncle and towards the table and he became fidgety as he tapped his fingers across the table.

His uncle seemed none the wiser and responded.

"Of course Albus. This is the first time you've called out here, isn't it? So what is it? Finally feel capable enough to manage this estate without my help? If you'd like I can transfer this property over to your name by the end of the day." He said as picked up all forty slices of prosciutto and elegantly scarfed down the chunk of meat.

Albus couldn't hide his shock when his uncle suggested this and stared at him wide-eyed before quickly fixing his gaze.

"So it is that. Honestly, I've been wondering when you were going to ask to take over. This place is your father's property after all, it wouldn't make sense for a brother to inherit it rather than his own son." His uncle continued.

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Albus felt so shocked he didn't know what to respond with. He felt the tension in his body slowly dissipate and felt he no longer needed to ask the question he had in the first place.

("Choeros has treated me so kindly throughout the years. And now he's offering this? There's no way he's related to what Misha talked about. I'd stake my life on it.")

"That's not what I called you here for Uncle Choeros but you'll have to give me some time to prepare if you're going through with that."

"Ohoho of course, I can't expect you to jump into the saddle so readily. Hmmm, but that's strange, what did you ask for me to come here for?" His uncle commented as he ate a stack of 20 crackers without getting a single crumb on him.

"(I'd feel kinda disrespectful if i said anything now.) Well…"

"Out with it, we are family aren't we?"

"(I can't just outright say it's him)Uncle, I think there's someone unsavoury on your property. I received a letter from one of my old maids and the things they wrote about were concerning."

His uncle continued eating and Albus noticed a few crumbs around his mouth. His uncle started laughing.

"Haha, letter? Don't lie to me Albus, isn't she already on your property?" he said cheerily.

"I mean I ca-" He felt his heart rate spike. His response was so casual he just went with it for a moment before realizing what he asked.

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"Uncle Choeros?"

"Tsk, so that bitch came here." The fat man sitting across didn't care about his appearance anymore and started shovelling food in his mouth, like an overgrown pig.

He felt his throat start to dry and Albus started stuttering trying to get a word out.

"So it's true, eh?" His uncle remarked after observing his reaction. He gave an unsoundly burp and looked straight into Albus's eyes.

Fear took hold of Albus but his nonchalant attitude as he spoke also pissed him off. He flipped the emptied table and stood up as he faced his.

"Uncle Choeros, what do you mean that bitch came here? Are you saying what you did was true!?" He shouted at the man. It seemed to also draw Avis's attention as she looked at him with a glare that held nothing but disgust and reached into her pockets as she walked over.

The fat man waved his hands at Albus.

"Of course I did. Do you think I'd take a babe like that and just use her cooking and cleaning? Albus, you're a naive kid. But I gotta say, you have a talent. The men she satisfied said she was a prodigy. Hell, all the women you sent me were at minimum silver."

"All the women I sent?" Albus weakly muttered.

He fell to his knees. He felt like vomiting and gagged a few times as he processed what he said. He had tears in his eyes and gritted his teeth.

Avis ran towards the tub of lard sitting comfortably in front of her master. As she did so, something whizzed past her face and left a cut on her cheek. She looked to the ground and saw a smoking hole in the ground.

Choeros wagged his finger at her. "Now, now, you didn't think I'd come without some insurance. I'm not my brother after all."

Avis glared at the man who had more in common with a hippo than a human being and stopped her approach in the meantime.

"YOU BASTARD!!!! YOU WHORED THEM OUT!?!"

"Of course I did. You don't think I'd take a bunch of beautiful women and not put them to use. In fact, I think some of them have really adapted to pleasuring my clients. You even had a few virgins in there."

Albus was left speechless by how unapologetic he was.

"Selling off their virginities was one of the best ideas I ever had."