He slowly walked over to Lily, who was still crying.

"What happened?" He asked with a desperate look in his eyes.

"WHAT HAPP-No it isn't the time for this."

He said while holding his head and trying to keep his cool. He took deep breaths while looking at Lily.

"For the time being, let's just go back to Elizabeth's place." He gritted his teeth while saying this and began walking back towards the body. He clenched one of his fists so hard that it started bleeding, and with a look that would startle a demon, he picked up the body along with its head and rounded up the other girls.

By the looks of things, Lucky seemed to have left, but that didn't weigh too much on Tibaut's mind. Eventually, he started making his way back to the manor, but the girls seemed to be oddly taking their time. No, that wasn't it; it was as if they were expecting to be attacked at any moment. Because of how slowly they were moving, he tried to get information out of the other girl there he had interacted with, Tina. Unlike Lily, she was actually in her armor, but now that he got a closer look at her, she had clearly gotten into a scuffle of some kind. She also seemed to be limping as well.

"Hey, uh, Tina, was it? What happened to you guys?" He said softly, hoping he'd have a better chance of getting an answer.

"Those cult fucks." She responded. "Those fuckers did this." She said in a voice devoid of life. She seemed to be holding back tears when she said this.

("Tch, it looks like I'll have to wait until we get back, so they can at least calm down until I get a proper answer. So it's those bastards they killed the other day? But wasn't this settled? As far as I heard from Elizabeth, there were no more of them here. Did they send reinforcements? But why the hell would they attack him? Moreover, how'd they even know he was involved? Didn't they kill everyone there? This just doesn't make any fucking sense.")

While Tibaut was scrambling his brain over the little information he had even received, Tina spoke up.

"I-It happened in the night."

"You sure you wanna talk about it?" Tibaut asked in a sympathetic tone.

"Shut-up, the shorty and four eyes won't talk, so it falls on me to tell you what happened."

"I see," Tibaut replied before she continued.

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It was a regular night, and Tina was in her room polishing and maintaining her armor.

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"How the hell did it even get this dirty? I just left this stuff sitting around for the most part."

After cleaning them, she decided to put them on to see if they still fit her. She had bulked up considerably this year, and she had been wearing this armour on and off throughout her two years with it.

"Tch, it's a bit tight around the arms and legs." She commented.

It still looked her size when she viewed the mirror, but the feel was less than desirable. Though getting another set was something she had no intention of going through, so she just accepted the fact that it would be slightly uncomfortable for the rest of its usage.

"You'd think being friends with a princess and having your boss be your dad would make money issues non-existent." She sighed before hearing footsteps walk outside.

"Hmm, is that Ezekiel?" She wondered before trying to take off her armour. Then she heard a bang and an assortment of other sounds coming from downstairs.

"What the hell is he doing down there?"

The noise continued for a minute or so before she decided to check it out.

"He better not be making a mess, or could it be he's finally snapped from being the best adventurer in a backwater parish that's only known for farming? If I were him, I'd be having a mental breakdown and wondering where my life went wrong too. But I'm not gonna let that bastard destroy our furniture." She said to herself as she went down the stairs.

But the figure she saw wasn't Ezekiel. They were wearing a black cloak and mask over their face. A few meters away in front of him was a body that was hard to clearly see because of the darkness. In his hand was a match stick that was on fire. He sighed before throwing a lit match on the ground. Whether from the carpet or from pre-placing a flammable liquid the floor lit up and a flame spread across it.

"Who the hell are you!?(who the hell was on the floor?)" She shouted at him.

"I suppose I have time to play with one of his chicks. If you want my name then make me yield." He said while signalling with his hand to come.

She rushed down but not towards him. She went into the living room and picked up her weapon. She, like the other girls here, had an annoying habit of leaving their weapons in the living room. She quickly picked up her spear and turned behind. The man was watching her from a few feet away.

"Come on now, show me why I had to wait on you."

"This bastard!" She quickly rushed him with her spear but he almost nonchalantly parried its blade and moved alongside it before making a home for his fist in her stomach. She flew back and slammed into the wall.

He made a yawning motion while looking at her.

"Is this place really the number 1 guild here? I hope the others aren't this easy; otherwise, we got worked up over nothing."

She sprang back up to her feet, and she aimed her spear at him again.

"I'm really hoping you're the weakest link here, cause this is just pathetic." He said exasperated.

She paid him no mind and rushed again. He yet again parried the blade and ran alongside the spear. Then, without warning, she swung the shaft of the spear into him. He quickly moved to the side and, a moment later, saw why that was a good call.

The shaft and blade of her spear surged with electricity.

"Heh, so the whole thing's made of metal. I wondered why your spearmanship seemed a bit average, that thing must be heavy."

She clicked her tongue.

"Guess surprise attacks are no good (I gotta end this before the fire spreads, it doesn't seem like any of the three idiots woke up yet. Or maybe he was that guy in the kitchen that got handed his ass.)" She said as she took up a more imposing stance.

"Alright girl, now show me what you actually got."