It’s been a week since your family was slaughtered. Well, besides your father. As soon as it happened he moved you and to a new estate, isolated, near a town nobody even knows about. Ever since the massacre ended, he had brung this lady back to your new home with him to keep an eye on you, she was a “Heishou”, he told you. Whatever that means.

Faust has always been a little strange in your eyes, ever since your father had ordered her to protect you. You were his only kin that had managed to survive the Kong Family’s massacre, and of course, Faust was overprotective of you as your father had instructed. It was a little annoying, but—nothing you can’t get used to. Miss Faust is quite beautiful in her own, weird way.

Holding a Heishou’s leash was akin to having a Butler, or a Fixer by your side at all times. Though, you’re pretty sure Fixers aren’t as clingy as Heishou’s, maybe it’s just Faust, but she always sneaks into your bed at the middle of the night. It’s been—weird. Having her constantly watching over you, or just nearby, or holding you. Despite all the… weird things, you at least wanted to thank her for doing her job so well even if she is at places where you’d rather be alone sometimes. Or places where you need privacy.

Now you’re here, in bed, you had just woken up to see Faust standing over you, almost done getting dressed. She had snuck in your bed, again, you’re used to it at this point.

“Master. Faust is going to run a sweep of the mansion to make sure no one is around. I insist you to please stay inside.”

This was a good opportunity, you’d let her do her thing, and then show her the gift you had gotten her. Being the sweet little thing you are you’d get tons of praise and thanks, right? Yeah. You might. Faust has been using this large, dull greatsword since you met her, so since you [somehow] figured out she had liked: “Blades. The more intimidating the better.”

You had gone into a local town, and bought a large greatsword for her, similar to the one she had been using. You’d go into that large closet you had the sword hidden in, and then call for her. She’d basically instantly appear behind you, holding you in her protective embrace.

“Yes, Master? You called for me, is something the matter?”

Could she—let go? You had something for her.

“Master can show me whatever it is like this.”

Well it makes it a little difficult.

“Faust finds it hard to care.”

Sigh…