My Mansion of Gorgeous Maids in Another World-Chapter 56: Shared Reality

Continuing their mission in the dark chasm, Jett and his companions spotted more wicked souls. Each one tried to seize the bodies of the dragons under Jett’s command and trumpet its return to the living world. Yet everyone now understood the Harbinger’s scheme and dealt with the spirits in the only fitting way—by beating the shit out of them.

Eleonora’s swift swordsmanship moved like a breeze that could only be felt against bare skin. For the wicked souls, however, that breeze tore their cloudy bodies open, leaving raw wounds that bled the Harbinger’s mana.

Jett’s crimson stare became the final nail in their coffin; under his gaze every spirit spat out the Harbinger’s seed, which he then crushed beneath his sole.

In Noctlisa’s case, she dared not cleave the souls outright—doing so would kill them, and that ran counter to Jett’s explicit wish. Instead, she swung the flat of her greatsword, slamming the spirits into the basalt walls and grinding the blunt edge deeper until they surrendered every last drop they had swallowed of the Harbinger’s power.

To say the least, the wicked souls were forced to disgorge everything they had consumed from the Harbinger. Naturally, Jett crushed those seeds with equal swagger.

When too many spirits gathered at once, the dragons fought together, defeating them and laying the glistening seeds out on a proverbial silver platter for Jett. He chuckled and pressed on with what had quickly become a rather entertaining adventure.

The fun ended, however, when he spotted the first victims of the Harbinger’s plot. A dragon in human form and a handful of human knights barely stood on their feet; yet they faced off on opposite sides, weapons half‑raised, preparing to clash. It was nothing short of a miracle that any of them had survived.

"You despicable humans!" the dragon barked.

"Shut up, monster!" the knights snapped back.

Neither side made the first move, held in check by the wounds they had suffered when they fell from the chasm’s ceiling. The mere fact they had survived the fall was a miracle, but their bruises and broken bones screamed with pain, reminding them of their limits.

Just then a third voice echoed through the chasm.

"Stop it," Jett said.

The dragon and the knights turned simultaneously, then immediately darted their gazes elsewhere. The dragon could not believe that the elders of his own kin stood behind this human like an army; shock robbed him of words. Meanwhile, the knights struggled to process Eleonora’s dazzling presence—her maid uniform, a seamless fusion of a duke’s suit and a formal dress, looked bizarre, but she was so gorgeous that any cloth would have appeared perfect on her.

Moreover, their lord’s earlier speech about the Warden and the ancestor returning to aid them resurfaced in their hearts. In an instant every eye fell on Jett, who stood calmly, unbothered by the momentary slight.

Noctlisa shook her head. "You’re all lucky the head maid stayed outside on perimeter duty...."

She could already picture Mia shrieking at these people for disrespecting Jett. Perhaps Noctlisa should do it herself, yet a single glance at Jett’s profile showed he understood both the dragon’s and the knights’ circumstances, and that he truly did not mind. That realization became a shard of self‑growth Noctlisa now treasured.

Eleonora dipped into a graceful curtsey. "I apologize for their impudence and lack of awareness, Master. I shall ensure you are properly greeted by everyone and that my house prepares a feast for the week to come."

"Don’t worry, Eleonora. They’re just shocked to see you; I’d be stunned in their place too," Jett said with a chuckle. It’s actually awesome to see how they respect her and are amazed by her beauty. She’s all mine... and that beauty is mine to spoil.

He would lavish her with those words later—if he remembered. For now he needed to focus on the wounded dragon and the injured humans.

He locked eyes with them, and crimson arcs sparked in his irises.

Oh fuck! the dragon thought, immediately lowering his head.

The humans mirrored him. The Crimson Storm incarnate is here—the Warden!

"I see you didn’t accept the Harbinger’s offer," Jett began.

All of the knights—and even the dragon—nodded several times in comical unison.

Despite being two different races, you’re suddenly on the same page, huh? Jett chuckled, and his maids and the dragons behind him warmed to the scene in the same way upon seeing it.

"I would never take an offer from something like that!" the dragon declared. "I swore my loyalty to Her Majesty, and I shall carry that oath to my grave!"

The knights thumped their breasts. "We have entrusted our lives to our lord, and no temptation shall make us waver!"

Stop getting on the same page, you guys... Wait, maybe I can use that, Jett mused, smiling. "Look at you—both sides swearing oaths and entrusting lives to your leaders. You are the same. In the end we all feel the same emotions; species, upbringing, and circumstance make us different and special, but those differences should never set us at each other’s throats."

The dragon and the knights absorbed those words but dared not reply. Changing hearts was never simple, yet Jett’s feelings—and his status—provided the perfect place to start. He expected as much and made no further comment.

"I commend you for refusing the Harbinger’s bargain. Join me. Let’s save everyone here and make sure no dragon or human suffers another casualty," Jett said.

Those words did not sit easily with the dragon‑man. He grasped where Jett was coming from, yet his kin had bled heavily, and he himself had lost a family member to dragonslayers. In truth everyone in this mission had lost something in one way or another.

Terraroa, standing behind Jett, stepped forward. "Lord Warden... may I?"

Jett nodded. "Go."

"Thank you," Terraroa said, turning to the wounded dragon. "Listen, young blood. We were once the same as you. Seeds of revenge—far stronger than any seeds of the Harbinger’s chaos—sprouted in our hearts. Only the debt humanity owed for birthing dragonslayers mattered to us."

"Blinded by our losses, we failed to see the bigger picture—that our actions could spread across other human lands and turn them against us, that we could truly alienate ourselves from a vast part of the world."

"Lord Warden showed mercy and stopped us without killing even the weakest or the most blinded dragons. Given that the Harbinger is more active and that the new Warden has been selected, the best we can do is make certain we never become toys of chaos, to believe in the new Warden’s vision and give it a chance."

"I believe in Lord Warden and in dragonslayer magic becoming the bridge between our races," Terraroa finished.

Heavy seconds stretched into minutes before the wounded dragon finally nodded. "I see... I want to believe this as well. I don’t want more of us reduced to weapons, resources, or anything less, and I want a brave death worthy of a dragon."

"Splendid choice," Terraroa said with deep approval.

As for the knights, no further discussion was needed. They already stood behind Eleonora and therefore behind Jett, instantly bolstering his strength. Their swift decision earned a warm smile from Eleonora, and that smile struck their hearts.

She’s all mine~~ Jett hummed inwardly at their reactions.

Now that he had found his first survivors, Jett handed out vials of medicine and helped them back to their feet.

He continued his march, searching for more people in need, with Eleonora and Terraroa aiding him in spreading his vision. Of course, there were casualties as well, to which Jett and the others offered a silent prayer.

However, the journey soon shifted from simply helping and gathering people to something far more dangerous. From one of the vast caves, a bone hand thicker than one‑flat house slid out. It clawed at the ground and dragged the soil back into the cave, destroying the protruding bridge Jett and others had been using to move along the chasm.

What the fuck was that?

Terraroa said, "It must have been one of the bones of a dragon... well, surely. It seems the wicked soul merged with some foreign dragon bone and is now trying to meddle personally with you, Lord Warden."

"Since I must restore this place to how it used to look, I can’t just leave it be," Jett said.

At first, Jett planned to craft clouds so the groups of humans and dragons he had gathered along the chasm could continue the journey. They were now healed and back to fighting strength, so they could defend themselves and safely advance his mission without him.

But then Terraroa grinned.

"There’s no need for Lord Warden to waste his mana. We can guide humans across this gap by carrying them in our hands."

Dragons ferrying humans in their arms... sounded like pure impossibility to most minds.

Yet with Jett present, it became their shared reality.

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