Tibaut was dragging Tina with her leaning over his shoulder to the front door.

From the colour of the sky outside, it seemed the sun was looking to set.

Tina seemed absolutely knackered and Tibaut wasn't much better.

"How the hell do you survive that sort of training?" Tina asked, amazed at what they had gone through for the past few hours.

"To be honest, I think that's the first time she's ever used her sword during training," Tibaut responded.

They had both looked like they had seen a ghost.

At first, they did quite well in their training and managed to overwhelm Elizabeth. Soon after, however…

"Whew, you guys are actually working pretty well together. Since Tina here is using her spear, I suppose it's time to bust out my sword." She said while smiling maliciously (at least that was their interpretation of it anyway).

Neither could fully remember the horrors that followed but they were eternally grateful to whatever higher powers existed that they came back in one piece.

As he started dragging her inside she started struggling.

"Let me go already, I can walk on my own." She said.

"Oh really now."

He stopped supporting her and she looked like a foal trying to support itself after being birthed with how unsteady her legs were.

She scowled at him for a few seconds before he had decided he had seen enough.

He soon supported her again and started dragging her somewhere.

"Hey redhead, where are we going?" she asked powerless to stop him.

"I'm pretty sure with your pink hair you'd also qualify as a redhead but let's not get side-tracked. (If orange can count, pink sure as hell can too.) I'm bringing you to your room."

She almost immediately started struggling again.

"Let me go you pervert! Aren't Elizabeth and Vanessa enough for you!?"

This statement peeved him so he decided to keep dragging her without saying a word.

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"Stop it already, I don't want you."

"No, you're way too short."

"I apologize for bad-mouthing you, but please just let me go."

"Those were all jokes, I actually don't mind short guys like you." She said in an especially unconvincing manner to the 5'11" Tibaut.

With each sentence, Tibaut grimaced more and more. He soon had enough of this slander.

"Could you shut up already?" he bluntly asked her.

They soon reached the door of her room and Tibaut opened the door. At this Tina's face was pale as a ghost and much to Tibaut's delight she didn't have a peep more to say.

As if he was pretending to be a strongman, he lifted her up and threw her on her bed.

She quickly turned around to face him but he was already on his way out.

She breathed a sigh of relief now that she was finally free to open her mouth again.

"You shouldn't tell a woman to shut up, you know." She said while still steadying her breath.

"Don't worry you're the only woman I'd say that to," Tibaut said before closing the door.

As he was walking he thought to himself

("I mean, I guess I was in the wrong so maybe I should be the bigger man and just say sorry for scaring her. That's right, needless animosity in a time like this is unneeded.")

As soon as he reached her door he heard her mumbling about something.

"So Elizabeth's little boy-toy thinks he's hot shit. He has a few decent moves and suddenly he thinks he can talk to me like that. Elizabeth better learn to train her mutt or I might make sure he can never open that mouth again."

He was livid. The only reason he didn't go in there and ask her what she meant by that statement was that he was too tired from the training with Elizabeth. In all his time living there, these few words had been one of the few things that peeved him.

He walked away while keeping the sound of his footsteps to a minimum.

(Man, I forgot how absolutely annoying some people can be. I swear if she had just kept her mouth shut while we were walking back I would have kept a neutral opinion of her. Now I'm not even sure I'd ever help her up if she was hanging off the side of a cliff.)

Tibaut quickly went to his room and decided to go to sleep. He'd wake up with a cool head and calmly think about it tomorrow.

He couldn't sleep. The more he'd try to stop thinking about it, the more he'd think and the more it'd piss him off. It was like an endless cycle of annoyance he could not escape.

It was now dark out and he had given up on sleep. Suddenly he heard something move outside. No one usually came on this side of the floor at these hours so he felt the need to investigate this (crack open his door to look outside).

("I suppose I need something to keep my mind off her.")

He then got up off his bed and slowly peered outside.

He saw nothing out of the ordinary and fully opened it. At the end of the hallway, he saw a figure in black go down the stairs.

He had no thoughts in his head and simply chased after him. He fired a fireball into the hallway behind him and it exploded, but thankfully it didn't hit anything.

Down to the second floor he caught up to the figure and fired a fire lance at them. Before it could hit another figure blocked the blast with a small metal shield. It was another figure in black. Another soon appeared. And another.

All in all, there were eight figures present.

"What the hell is this!?" Tibaut shouted at them.

A ninth figure that appeared behind him spoke.

"Well, I heard there was a real nasty one here so I decided to bring some insurance."

The ninth man responded.

He knew. Although he had no way of verifying it, he knew. Even though he was now holding a weapon in his hands instead of showing up bare-handed, he'd stake his life on this feeling.

He was the one who killed Ezekiel.