"How dare you hurt my Love!? You damn insect, just you wait until I report you to your Masters, damn you! I'll make sure you get punished for your stupid actions.." Screams a noble fat man kneeling next to his wife who bumped into a maid and fell down.

Attracting attention as he is malicious. It is obvious he loves playing with others life. But sadly for him, I'm not that weak of a mind.

I am actually---

"For what reason is The Guest lying on the floor of this house?"

Looks like Madame Curé came personally.

"Your stupid maid hurt my Love so hard that she stumbled on her cute round ass with this hard floor. I wish you would put her in a dungeon and tortu--"

"I wasn't talking to you, Monsieur Gendré."

My master is so cool. She knows how to act noble. She is so majestic. I would do everything for her.

"Madame, I brushed a bit too much the lady on the ground and her husband started crying like a baby.."

"Like a baby..?"

She looks at me with such fierce that I am so happy to be under her order. With her tom-boy fancy clothes, she makes me happy at all times.

"How dare this Peasant insult my Personne!"

"Shut up, will you? That peasant you're referring to is my Head Maid and my most tresured ally to this day. Treat her badly one more time and your Dukedom will wasp away by a finger snap, Monsieur Gendré."

A scary face showing on Monsieur Gendré's Face, it is comprehensible. My master doesn't love to thresten. She tends to do it when she feels attacked.

And it happened a lot lately. I wonder if she's under some kind of stress. I'll look into later. For now, let's help those fats asses out of this house.

"Madame, I will take care of things here. I ask your forgiveness for showing you such crude dirtiness. Have some rest elsewhere, please."

"..Thank you, Aria."

Yeah... My Master is troubled. She only calls me by my name when things are going rough for her. I'll need to check on her right away, but before---

"I won't repeat myself--Take your affairs and go home. I am not as complascent with how things are going today because of you as My Master. I will rip out your guts, fill them to the dogs. Sell you wofe and daughters to slave traders and have them USED as many times as it will need to calm my mind down. You've overstepped yourself by troubling My Master with your manners.. Understood?"

"Yes!"

With a voice of a rat, the man replies a 'yes!' and flees away with his wife in his arms.

Time to check on Master's now..