My Mansion of Gorgeous Maids in Another World
Chapter 43: I do

Chapter 43: I do

Mia burst into her master’s bedroom, ignoring everyone she passed and bounding straight onto the bed. Roberto and the others exchanged worried looks, silently praying whatever trouble she carried would pass quickly.

On her master’s private floor, she shut the door, threw the bolt, and dove onto his bed before seizing his pillow, burrowing her small nose into it, and nuzzling deep.

Ah, Master’s scent—so sharp, so perfect! With this I can beat anyone!

Jett had doubted she could maintain the forest’s dominion from inside the mansion, but Mia believed his scent was the last ingredient she needed. The instant she learned she could enter this room, she knew victory was within reach, though jealousy still gnawed at her that someone outside had caught her master’s eye. It was a miracle she remained so graceful and poised while a storm of emotions tore at her heart.

Master is in the throes of youthful desire. He may cast His gaze upon many ladies, yet when the tumult subsides only a chosen few shall remain at His side—and I shall be foremost among them. I must not fail Him!

Clutching that resolve, Mia curled around the pillow and re‑threaded her mind into the Artemis Forest. The canopy rippled with her emotions; branches twisted into spears that whistled as they formed, others snapped taut like living bowstrings, and at her silent command an emerald storm of wooden javelins tore outward, skewering scores of lizards so violently that sap and blood sprayed in mingled sheets.

The blue reptiles ignored the carnage and pressed the human and fairy lines, dragging half‑alive warriors to the fetid swamps and packing them into the mud.

As the victims’ auras flickered, Mia sensed something wrong, jolted upright, and sprinted to the window overlooking the front grounds where the fallen humans writhed.

This is it—that’s the answer!

Their skin deepened to navy as scales burst across their limbs, the light of reason vanished, replaced by a hunger for human flesh, and every wound sealed, leaving fresh soldiers eager to fight.

Mia flung the window open. "Master Talon, pray heed—those lizards transmute the fallen into their own!"

A presence stirred high above; Mia tilted her head back, eyes narrowing at the tiny shapes closing in. She couldn’t yet identify them, but their intent felt hostile. As much as Mia yearned to strike them down as well, her dominion over the forest was still narrow. Had she been able to bend every branch to her will, she alone might have crushed the invaders.

Her sprouting World Tree’s Seed still required more milk.

I must not drown in this desire. I must return to the bed and guide the fairies and humans if we are to save the forest.

Chiding herself, Mia slipped back onto the mattress, pressed her face into her master’s pillow, and drew a second, fainter‑scented cushion between her thighs.

She rocked against the linen, slicking it with need even as living spears answered her silent commands and tore through scaled throats below.

War waged in such a pose would once have shamed her, yet the thought only made her heart hammer faster.

Let the world think what it will—I live to please Him.

...

Villages swallowed by swamp, monsters multiplying like crazy—yeah, that tracks. But who the hell’s pulling the strings? These freaks never belonged in this forest; somebody dragged them in.

Jett’s neck prickled. He glanced up and spotted the same specks gathering in the sky. Yeah, who’s pulling the strings? We needed a fairy invite, yet these clowns barged in like they own the place. And who the hell are they?

Minutes later, the shapes resolved into creatures with batlike wings tipped by cobalt talons, long triangular heads, and twin horns.

"Wyverns... blue wyverns, Master," Noctlisa growled.

"You know the breed?" Jett asked.

"Vile scalebags, Master—vermin unworthy of your shadow." She narrowed her eyes. "They want us dead, Master."

Jett grinned. "Then own the sky and wipe ’em out."

"As you command!" Darkness coiled around Noctlisa, her armor sealing from head to toe while newly earned wings unfurled like midnight blades.

The fairy squeaked and hid behind Jett, clutching his shoulder, but Noctlisa ignored the sprite and rocketed upward. The instant her wings snapped wide, a sharp boom of displaced air cracked above the treetops, flinging leaves in every direction as her shadow‑lined form arrowed toward the wyverns.

Her first pass sheared the heads from three sky lizards, their severed skulls tumbling earthward in a spray of black blood before she shredded several more. She barrel‑rolled through the flock, executing wing‑over flips and sudden stalls that let her reverse course in a blink, carving swirl after swirl of shadow through the air. Each pass left a wyvern frozen in dark silhouette for a heartbeat before the blade‑edge darkness split it open, showering the Artemis Forest with blood.

The fairy gaped at the carnage. Whoa‑zoid! Just the two of ’em and they’re totally saving the whole forest!

For one heartbeat the battlefield fell silent, broken only by the distant crash of toppling trees.

Rrrrumble.

A low, rolling growl swept through the woods, powerful enough to bend trees and tumble lizard corpses. From the mist behind a colossal gray trunk, a pair of sapphire slits flared open.

A woman on the battlefield shouted, "Just as I thought—the dragons are behind this massacre!"

The glowing eyes regarded her, and the muzzle of a dragon the size of a skyscraper slid from the fog, sneering.

"Your aura is annoyingly familiar... ah, yes, a so‑called hero. No—you mortals now style yourselves dragon slayers. That must be it."

"That I am," the woman declared with pride.

"Normally I’d swallow you whole, pest, but there’s another aura that irritates me more—one that challenges my very existence and drives me mad!" the dragon roared.

"Huh?" The woman’s eyes widened.

The dragon’s sapphire gaze swung to Jett.

Jett didn’t look up. "I’ll ask you once, dragon—do you really think you can look down on me?"

"Ye," the beast growled. "I do."