She was getting worked up but stopped herself after feeling an intense stare from behind.

“Ruby, was that guy important to you? You seemed to take it personally.” Agnes wondered.

“Tch, not really. He was someone we all knew. Come on, let's head inside already. Not all of us can use icicles like dildos.”

Agnes looked at her with a turned face and a hint of inspiration.

Ruby swooped her up in her arms and the pair soon followed behind Tibaut.

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Not wanting to disturb the others, Tibaut and the two women waited outside at the mansion's entrance for the Saint to return.

“Mr. Bentley? Damn, who knew that old man still had some moves left in him.”

“Like I said, he became as old as me. It was creepy as hell watching him age backwards, I thought the guy was gonna transform into a monster.”

“He already was one.” Ruby quickly added. “I suppose it takes a bastard to raise one.”

Agnes seemed very sheepish as played through the black wolf's fur.

“Ease up Agnes, you know we're not gonna hurt you. If you don't know the guy, you don't know the guy.”

“What are you- right she's a cultist,” Tibaut remembered.

“Former.” Agnes softly added.

He rubbed his head. “My bad. But wait a second, you don't know him, Agnes? He said he's a Bishop so he sounds important.”

“Want me to explain, dearie?”

“No,” she shook her head. “It's fine. Because he's a Bishop in the central part of the continent, he never really appeared much in public.”

(“Last I checked, my home was in the west of the continent, so wait, you're telling me all this time, I only reached the center? Well, progress is progress I suppose. No wonder I didn't see Akumia on that map they have here. I guess it's also not that surprising I didn't hear my parents ever talk about this country either.”)

Both women noticed how deep in thought Tibaut was after hearing her words and he immediately answered.

“Uh, sorry, it's just I've never seen a map of the continent before so I wasn't sure where this country was.” He answered.

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This left the two even more confused.

“I thought you were going to ask about the Bishop,” Agnes asked.

“So you are a foreigner,” Ruby said as she observed him further.

“N-no I'm not. Born and raised here, honestly, I'm just not good at geography.” He quickly stated.

“Then what parish are you from?” Ruby asked with hesitation.

“...”

Tibaut thought about saying this parish, but five seconds had already passed. It'd be way too suspicious to say it now.

“None of your bus-”

“You really are a foreigner. So is it true you're a gigolo?” Ruby asked with a smile. Agnes turned to him, waiting for the answer as well.

And both saw a look of disgust that left them with a shiver crawling up their spines. He didn't look at Ruby like she was a person but rather, a piece of shit he stepped in.

It was the first time she felt threatened by him.

She patted his back and leaned against him. “Easy there little guy, guys like you shouldn't wear those types of expressions.” She said with a purr in her voice.

Tibaut scoffed.

“Aren't you going to answer my question, handsome?” She said in a low voice.

With a blush developing, Agnes dragged her off and pinched her in the side. Ruby returned the favour and it took all the willpower Agnes had not to writhe on the floor from her pinch that felt like it came from a plier.

“Since you're more than happy with this fine lady in your presence, you're obviously not from the south and based on your looks, you're obviously…” She grabbed his face and took a better look as he continued from her earlier words. “not from the east (I thought I saw some eastern in him but I think it was just a weird angle on his face). Hey Tibby!”

“Don't call me that!” He shouted.

“Don't call him that!” Agnes said, nowhere near as loud as Tibaut.

“You ever been on a boat?” She asked.

He raised an eyebrow. “Huh? (Is going on boats a regional thing?)”

“So not from the north either. Hmm, guess that leaves the west.”

“Tch, fine I'm from there, what about it?” He relented.

“Really!?” Agnes interjected. “Where? Are you from Kriejina or the Tsar?” Agnes excitedly asked.

(“The other one sounds familiar but I know for a fact we had a beach cabin in the one called the Tsar. I think its proper name is the Tsardom of Kraiti, I think? At this point shouldn't I just tell the truth? Tch, no, that Bishop is from my home country and based on what Satan said, it sounds like those cultists took over my country. Maybe that's why we were attacked, my dad did seem like someone important. Considering I haven't heard about that country Agnes mentioned called Terra… something? They must have come from one of those smaller countries and whoever's in charge must have taken Lucy's power to rule countries around it, including mine. Dammit, Agnes is one thing but with how suspicious Elizabeth was earlier, saying the same country as that bastard might put me in some deep shit. But who's to say they didn't take over the Tsar too? Fuck,”)

To the other two, he seemed to be in contemplation and to their credit, he was. But it wasn't what they thought it was about.

(“Nice job Agnes, you have him on the ropes, I can tell he recognised those names.”) Ruby thought as she rubbed Agnes's cheek. “Ah, a hardy man from the east, no wonder you're not complaining about the cold.”