Mr. Brick

When Ethan was talking with his teacher, Leta was going through the market. When she reached the crossroads, instead of going to the left, she went to the right. After all, she was able to buy everything necessary earlier; before the gunshot, only some miscellaneous things were left, which weren't essential or on the list to buy. Leta only wanted to buy them because she was able to save some money after the bargain, but now she wanted to finish her personal business.

She left the market and went through the alley, where Ethan was blocked earlier by the bunch of kids, to another street.

Leta looked around. One way of the street was leading to the area where wealthy people lived, and another was leading to the area where poor dwelled.

'Hm, where that man might go?'

She was searching for Mr. Brick.

'He might be the son of a wealthy family and rob others for entertainment, but it's very unlikely. So he should be from a poor area. And my intuition is telling me it is very likely so.'

She went to the poor district.

In Anselm City, there were many wealthy families who could afford to hire a maid, but it was unlikely to see a maid in a poor district. Even if someone from this area works as a maid, maids usually wear common clothes when they are off duty and change into their uniforms in their masters houses. And only if their master can afford to buy a uniform for them. And it would be bad if the maid somehow damaged or lost her uniform when she wore it off duty. It might lead to punishment.

So it was unlikely to see a maid in this district. And Leta should be like a black sheep in this area in her uniform. But, strangely, no one paid attention to her, as if she didn't even exist, when she walked through this district, searching for Mr. Brick.

On the way, she was able to see guards from earlier waiting near a single-story wooden house, but Ash wasn't with them. When she went further through the district, she saw one house with a door stained with blood.

Though she heard that Mr. Brick had a wounded ear, and judging by the bloodstains on the ground at that alley, gunshot, and knowing that her dear young master Ethan has an exceptional skill with the guns, she was sure that Mr. Brick's wounded ear was the work of Ethan. So it was likely that Mr. Brick would leave some blood traces.

But Leta didn't go to this house; she believed in her intuition, and it told her that she would not find Mr. Brick there, so she went further through this district.

And after some walking, she was able to see another blood-stained door and go inside.

***

Mr. Brick, after escaping from the alley, ran straight to his house. It was more of a shack than a house, but it was much better than the previous place where he had lived.

'Shit! That little bastard!'

He started to rummage under his bed, still clutching his bleeding ear, and took out a vial with a cheep-health-restoring potion. After removing the lid of the vial with his teeth and spitting it to the ground, he drank half of the content and poured the other half over his wounded ear.

White smoke started to come with a sizzling sound.

"Ahhhhh!"

It felt like his ear was burning. After some time, the pain subsided and the bleeding stopped.

'Fuck! They told me that it is an easy job to rob cubs of wealthy people!'

He took some cheep alcohol that was left from yesterday and gulped it down.

"Fuahh!"

'What da fuck is wrong with this city!? First, some strange little girl dropped some strange cube before me. And after that little bastard, shooting at people without hesitation. I need to leave this city.'

Alcohol started to kick in, and his face started to flush.

'Fuck! I almost died there. Hm, the guards should gather there. But it's not my problem. The dogs in this city are pretty fierce, so that little bastard Ethan should have some real problems. And even if they find out about me, I'll be long gone from this fucked up place.'

Mr. Brick thought so when he heard the door opening. He wanted to pull his sword out, but seeing a weak maid, he let the sword handle go.

"Who da fuck are you?"

The maid bowed gracefully. Brick didn't know much about noble etiquette, but he could tell that she was pretty good at it.

"I'm Young Master Ethan's maid."

'That bastards maid? Why da fuck she came to me?"

"What do you want?"

"I'm sorry for disturbing you, but can you help my young master? He was taken away by the guards. Of course, I pay you."

The maid bit her lip.

'Sounds like I was right. Do you think you would be able to run away after shooting in the middle of the city, little bastard? And it looks like this maid is a total idiot. Do you really think I go with you to that dog's quarters? Hmm, she's really pretty and has a good body. Maybe that's the reason she became a maid. And I can take the payment from her for that bastard shooting at me.'

"Your little bastards shoot at me! Look!"

Brick pointed at his ear.

"I'm sorry."

The maid bowed deeply.

Seeing such a weak woman bow and ask for forgiveness was a very satisfying feeling. It was so satisfying that a certain desire started to arouse inside him.

"I want you to pay for it first."

"Uh, I don't have money with me."

"Hehe, I don't need your money."

Mr. Brick licked his lips, looking at her chest. And seeing his face and where he was looking, the maid's face paled.

"W-what do you want from me?"

She stuttered, crossed her hands before her chest, and turned her body to the side as if trying to run away. And her reaction amplified his desire even more.

"Hehe, don't play dumb if you understand everything. As the maid, you should know how to help your master at night. And I'm your master now! So if you want anything from me, you need to satisfy me first."

"I-I understand."

She turned her body toward him. Her arms dropped limply, as did her head.

'Playing innocent now. But I like it. Hehe, I've never been with such a graceful girl before.'

Mr. Brick started to approach her, but when he almost touched her body with his hands, he heard the sound of an unsheathing sword and felt how something sharp went through his chest with burning pain. Dumbfounded, he looked down, only to see the weak maid's hand letting go of his sword hilt, protruding from his chest. He raised his head to look at the maid's face, but the face of the weak maid, which earlier was pale from fear, was now impassive, and she was glaring at him with cold eyes.

"Do you really think that I let you touch my body?"

Emotionless words, which didn't fit well with the image of the weak maid.

They were the final words that Mr. Brick was able to hear before his consciousness sank into the eternal darkness.