A Terrible Evil Villain And Their Destiny

Chapter 34: Tourists

As Bryson and Lila walked through the hallways of the manor, Lila noticed a few other people walking by them. None seemed to be staff, in fact all of them seemed to be commoners.

"I thought this was private land?" Lila asked as they walked along the hallway and towards the elevators.

"It is, but since we barely ever use this place and it is a large piece of land, so father turned this into a tourist destination." Bryson explained as they entered an elevator opened and a family exited out past them.

Entering the now empty elevator, Bryson folded his arms and leaned on the elevator wall. The door remained opened, and the buttons remained unpressed.

"You- you're suppose press the buttons for me." Bryson said with a disappointed sigh and pressed the buttons himself, "How are you still so terrible at this, hasn't it been over a year?" Bryson asked.

"Hey! Uh- sorry, but I was never supposed to be the head maid for a noble and you're very bad at giving orders. I'm surprised that you decided to still keep me around." Lila said with helpless shrug as the door closed.

"Well, it's either deal with your incompetence or deal with sifting through nearly a hundred candidates with an hour-long interview each." Bryson said.

"Oof, that bad huh?" She said with a wince.

"Yeah, I briefly looked over the list in the past, there's an alarming amount that had combat training. And for some reason, all of them were women, a decent amount were even close to my age. Which was weird, but, oh well." Bryson said with a shrug.

Lila pondered what Bryson said for a moment and as the elevator dinged as it reached the ground floor, Lila realized the implications of what he said.

"What?" Bryson asked noticing her reaction as he walked out of the elevator.

"Oh, uh, nothing... just, explained a lot about Gareth's relationship with some of the maids." She said absentmindedly. Recalling just how 'personal' his interactions always seemed with some of them, through the brief number of times she witnessed them.

"What?"

"You'll figure it out in a few years." She said quickly, "Still, I'm surprised that your father decided to make this a tourist destination. Also, I don't think I've seen him anywhere." She said changing the subject.

Bryson for a second wanted to pursue the subject, but then he realized he didn't care that much about the subject, so he chose to answer her question, "Well-" He was interrupted when a few kids bolted past him, one of them bumping into him.

Completely ignoring Bryson, the kid paid no mind as he rushed to join his friends. Bryson gave an annoyed exhale as he glared at the fleeing child. I hate people. He fumed.

Turning back to Lila he continued where he left off, "As I was saying, normally father wouldn't. But every other noble who received land did so, so he had to follow suit." The two then headed toward the dining hall.

"Though, it has apparently been good for business, or so my parents say. Nevertheless he and mother decided to stay in their own private home a little away from here." Bryson said as the doors to the dining hall swung open.

"Wait, they left their children alone here?"

"Well we have the entire top floor to ourselves and have a few servants and guards around, but yes." Bryson answered as they walked into the dining hall.

The dining hall was a large room with rows and rows of self-serving trays. Various dishes of various cultures and lands filled each and everyone of the trays. People moved about the hall, picking and choosing what they wanted before seating themselves at a table to enjoy their meal.