Fractured God

"What a pain in the ass," he thought, but on the bright side there was bound to be useful information here he could acquire. The first thing he searched the mansion for was a map. Eventually, while he was on the first floor he found one.

("Ah, here it is,") he thought to himself. He was curious about how far away he travelled. It was a map of Anglia but it also showed the names of border countries. Akumia was not among them. ("How the hell did I get here? I'm pretty sure the few people I met on my travels all spoke the same language, hell even that Elizabeth speaks the same language.")

He thought to himself trying to grasp the situation. ("Well at least I don't have to worry about my bounty too much.") he thought. ("Guess I have nothing else left but to get cleaning. I'm basically superhuman so it'll probably be light work.") He then set forth and made the blistering progress of cleaning only the first floor.

He sat on the floor, breathing heavily and drenched in sweat. "What the hell? I knew I (deep breath) was rushing it. But goddamn, why the hell is there so much dust here" he complained to himself. "Eh, screw it, I'll just take a nap and try to finish it later." And with that said Tibaut promptly fell asleep.

Due to having to survive in the wilderness for four years, Tibaut had gained a somewhat useful ability. He could sleep nearly anywhere. Tree branches, underground, damp caves, forest floors, he had grown used to all of them. The tiled floor was a welcomed change of pace to him.

"Who's this?" the woman thought to herself. She tried to get his attention by calling to him but it seemed to be of no use. As she was about to touch him when Tibaut woke up and backed away quickly.

"Huh, who are you?" He said, trying to wipe away the drowsiness from his eyes. The woman in front of him was short, dark-skinned and quite stacked on a certain area on her chest. It took all the willpower Tibaut could muster to look her in the face. "Man, I didn't even know we had the money left to get a housekeeper," She remarked.

"Are you one of the two I was told to greet?" He asked, trying his best not to let his eyes wander.

"So you're that new guy Elizabeth mentioned. You don't look that scary at all, what was Elizabeth on about?" She replied.

His ears perked up and his face soured.

"What did she say about me?" he asked.

"Well, she kinda described you as a wild mutt that clamps down on anything it can get its teeth on. Honestly, I kinda expected someone bigger, with a lotta scars." She replied.

("Well if I'm a mutt, she's definitely a bitch") he thought to himself, somewhat proud of his lukewarm insult.

"Sooo, got a girlfriend?" She said as she got closer.

"(Huh, what's she doing?) Uh, no I-I don't." He responded slightly flustered. A devilish grin then appeared on her face.

She then put her hands on his chest.

"Well, how about me?" She whispered in a sultry tone. "I saw the way you were looking at me. I don't mind if you take a grab."

His cheeks reddened in an instant. Against physical and magical threats Tibaut was better off than most of the population. However, against a woman who had set their sights on him, he was about as powerless as a baby in a room of pit bulls. With one single phrase, he was essentially putty in her hands. "Hehe, you're reacting better than I thought," she said with glee.

"Vanessa, please stop this," Elizabeth said unenthused while lifting Vanessa up by her shirt collar.

"Why should I, it's not like you have dibs on him" said Vanessa before being pinched by Elizabeth.

"You still haven't finished repairing my sword, so get back to the forge already. " She said as she dropped her on the floor. Elizabeth got up and dusted herself off.

"Whatever, hey red-hair visit my forge sometime, I'll make it worth your time," She said as she walked away while making sure to pull her eyelid down and stick her tongue out in the direction of Elizabeth.

"That was our resident smith Vanessa. You can visit her in the basement if you feel like it." she told him.

"You're okay with me going!?" He responded, shocked.

"Sorry to burst your bubble but she has a nasty habit of teasing guys like you. Pfft, I never thought you'd freeze up like that after a few words." She said while trying to stifle her laughter.

("What an asshole, human garbage bag, blonde bitch-") and he continued to think up insults for her until he felt better.

"Anyway, get back to cleaning," She commanded him.

"But I already finished one floor" he pleaded.

"Last time I checked one floor isn't the entire mansion" She bluntly responded before leaving to do other matters.

Tibaut then begrudgingly started to head to the next floor.

After an excruciating amount of cleaning later, Tibaut was finally finished. Even though he didn't clean some rooms, as they were locked, he simply took it as God lightening his workload. He had been cleaning for so long that he was starting to hear the birds outside begin their chirping.

"Thank God, it's over" he thought to himself.

Before he was about to collapse from exhaustion

"Oh, there you are. We're gonna leave soon so get ready" Elizabeth said before leaving just as quickly as she had appeared in front of him.

"FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUC-"