A man with long straight black hair was lying in a tub. His hair looked as well-kept as a princess's and his skin had a pleasant paleness to it. He was toned but his musculature wasn't overbearing. To put it simply, he was breathtaking. He almost looked like a vampire. The sunlight in the room however disproved this assumption. Various rose petals were scattered in the water, and the water itself had a pink hue. He sat in comfort looking out a nearby window. It looked like it had been recently shattered.

In his bathroom were several bodies of various men. They all looked like they had been trampled by an elephant. The stench of viscera and blood had made itself home in the bathroom but the man in the tub didn't seem to mind. He pulled on a string of some kind above his bath and within a few moments, someone knocked on the door.

"May I come in, Lord Bradley?" The voice.

"Of course my dear, why else would I have called you?"

The door soon opened and a woman in a maid outfit entered. The woman looked around the room and sighed in disappointment. She walked up to the window and looked outside.

"I really don't see why you don't have us do your guarding, Lord Bradley." the woman calmly commented.

"And have you scared these idiots away?" He responded, washing the blood off his hands.

"Isn't this quite sadistic, Lord Bradley? All you cause is necessary deaths by doing this," She said.

She scanned outside and started counting with her fingers.

"It's not like anyone important is getting hurt." He responded.

"Do you not think people will find it suspicious if all the adventurers you hire mysteriously fight to the death with all your assassins?"

The man finished rinsing the blood off himself, got out of the tub and walked up to the window.

"Seriously? They all died again!? I even made sure to hire some decent ones outside of Eater's Mound."

"Against this many people, you do have to commend them."

Outside the mansion, there were at least a hundred bodies on the ground. They all seemed to gather around eight individuals. There were various craters and damage to the ground which left the grassy land looking quite ugly. Not to mention the blood staining the ground either. Of all the bodies, not a single one was left breathing.

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"These guys barely lasted a week." He stated. He broke a piece of the glass to push his head out the window to get a better look outside.

"Apparently Mr. Bentley has sent us some more, so there's no need to worry about an attack without any guards present. This should take them a month or so to recuperate from."

"More trash? Send some more commissions to some further parishes. I don't expect them to last long."

"As you wish, Sir." She bowed before taking her leave.

"Hold on a second." He said. "None of the packages have been taken today, right?"

"No, Lord Bradley, that would be tomorrow."

"Thank God. I can't imagine the effort we'd have to go through if someone from these idiots ran away after seeing it."

"You mean the effort the other maids and myself would go through?" She commented.

The man walked up to her and playfully pinched her cheeks. Her expression did not change.

"Don't be like that Avis. I'd have to make my own food while you guys are gone."

He pulled her cheeks up and down but she made no effort to stop it.

"I find it insulting that you believe it'd take us more than a day." She said pretty clearly despite her master playing with her face.

"That's my head maid for ya." He said as he moved from playing with her face to hugging her.

She sighed.

"If anyone other than you did this, I would have buried them as deep as I could have dug."

The naked man smiled upon hearing this.

"Man, am I happy to be me!"

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The men had coincidentally met back together in one of the various rooms of the mansion. They were both sitting down on a couch having a discussion.

"So, uh, Jake, are you a friend of Elizabeth?"

"I mean, I'd like to think that." He weakly responded.

"Ah, that explains it."

The small Jake tilted his head.

"Explains what?"

"Well, I mean, you don't look particularly strong so I was wondering why you were coming with us."

The brown haired young man soon fell to the ground clutching his chest.

"You're really mean, Tibaut."

"Was that not it?"

"It wasn't. I'm the leader of the fourth strongest guild here, me being friends with Elizabeth has nothing to do with it."

"You?"

Tears started forming in the man's eyes.

"Yes, I'm fourth, so don't act like I'm weak." He said, sounding defeated.

"Yeah, you're totally strong." He said while giving him a pat on the back.

"Don't talk to me like I'm a child!" He begged.

Throughout their discussion, the noise had attracted someone Jake could absolutely in no circumstances ever allow to see him. The small silhouette sneakily entered the room and by the time Jake noticed, it was far too late.

She had fully wrapped her hands around him and gotten him in a tight hug.

"Hey Jake!!!"

He tried to push her off but her grip was too strong. He turned redder than a blender full of chicks being turned on. He was struggling to get words out. It was Vanessa and she seemed to be having the time of her life making him uncomfortable. Her smile was almost childlike.

As she was hugging him she made sure to rub her chest on him which made him sound like a squeaky toy. If this scene was viewed a few meters away by someone who didn't have their glasses on, it would seem like two children having fun.

("I'm not the only victim?") Tibaut thought as he watched her.