My Mansion of Gorgeous Maids in Another World-Chapter 57: Bob

Because the bone claw was so huge, the corridor leading to one of the wicked dragon’s tombs gaped like the mouth of an earth monster. Jett and his maids calmly walked inside and did not even flinch at all when the coldness flowed through them. Soon, the cavernous tomb unfolded before them, sprawling so vast that there was a seemingly bottomless area in front of them. Here, Jett saw an undead creature rising onto four skeletal legs. Its bone wings sprawled wide and scraped the cave, scarring it.

"Here you are, Warden! I am grateful you did not cause me any problems and walked into the tomb of this bastard! I’ll make you rest alongside him after I kill you!" the dragon barked.

"What are you talking about? Sound less confusing, okay?" Jett tilted his head.

The dragon’s bone jaw lifted close to the ceiling as he announced, "Those bones belong to my mortal enemy I refused to acknowledge in life! Now that I can assimilate my soul with them and even cultivate flesh, I will use this body to erase that bastard’s lineage first and foremost! Only you stand between that goal, Warden!"

Everything became clearer after those words. This wicked soul could now assimilate with the bones of a foreign dragon and return to life through them. Worse, the Harbinger could even allow for some flesh cultivation that would entirely bring this man back to life. It was only possible because of those catacombs and dragons’ unique bodies, yet it was terrifying how much she could twist death and life.

Noctlisa stifled a laugh when she heard the entire story.

Jett and the undead dragon looked at her.

"What’s so funny, dullahan spawn?" the dragon asked.

"You’re just cannon fodder the Harbinger used to keep my Master busy here for a few minutes, if not seconds. You proudly declared everything, but in the end, you’re just a bug waiting to be squashed under Master’s sole, like the seeds of the Harbinger," Noctlisa sneered.

The dragon, though he didn’t have eyes, glared so hard at Noctlisa it seemed he wanted to shatter her bones with his stare alone.

Eleonora chimed in, "I agree. That said, this dragon is still a problem. Left alone, he will wreak havoc in these catacombs and possibly free himself. If he leaves this place, Master’s reputation will be tarnished. We must deal with him swiftly."

The dragon turned his skull toward the silver‑haired human, growling. A human dared to speak so condescendingly about him! He was getting furious until Jett’s voice cut through his thoughts.

"My will is for this dragon’s soul to be cast away from the bones it should never dwell in," he said, activating his Warden’s Will, which spread like an echo throughout the cave. For a moment, the skeleton froze, and the wicked soul felt as if it had lost control over its new bones, until the connection returned.

Just a few seconds without those bones felt colder than his death. Yet the Warden’s chill voice seemed even colder.

Jett smiled, "You two must finish my will."

"As you command, Master," Noctlisa and Eleonora replied.

The dullahan maid instantly wove her darkness armor around herself, spreading her wings wide and taking off with a loud shock wave. The dragon followed her trajectory until she vanished from his vision and reappeared above his skull, falling with her greatsword’s tip guiding her descent, piercing deep into the bone and cracking it open. The dragon’s head lowered as though he had been scolded by his mother.

"Ooga!" he grunted.

Meanwhile, Eleonora glided across the ground as though skiing, her soles boosted by the wind element. She drove herself close to the dragon’s joint and shoved an arced blade of wind into it, slicing through and making the dragon tilt to the side.

"Ooga!" he grunted again.

The dragon naturally wanted to retaliate, but he was so huge that he could not fight well in this narrow space. Perhaps this was the tomb’s design or one of the countermeasures against resurrections like this, but the dragon’s bones were too cluttered in the cave. Therefore, Noctlisa and Eleonora were like annoying flies, except these two were extremely good at their job. The bones creaked dangerously under their attacks, threatening to turn into powder. Under their relentless assault, the dragon’s bone jaw hit the ground, defeated. Yet the dragon’s soul still clung to its new bones.

Jett stepped forward, his presence crawling toward the dragon like a cold shadow meant to devour its soul wholly. "Leave."

[Poof!]

The wicked soul, no longer able to oppress Jett, leapt out of the skull and landed before him. It shivered like a frightened puppy—a sight Jett was now used to.

"Spit," Jett ordered.

"Ooga," the dragon whimpered and spat out the green seed of chaos, which Jett crushed under his sole.

He then summoned his Cerven and let it crackle around his hand.

"My will is for your soul never to leave this tomb. This is your punishment for messing with me," he said.

In truth, Jett wanted to see how far he could push his Warden’s Will. Before he realized it, his Cerven snaked up to the tomb’s ceiling and circled over everyone’s heads like an overseer of this place, ready to punish the single soul resting here.

The wicked soul shivered under that lightning might.

Jett smiled and turned around, leaving without another word.

His maids followed.

"Ooga..." the dragon cried to himself.

...

When Jett returned to Terraroa’s side, he was confused to see the old man with a vast gash on his back. The laceration was so deep it reminded Jett of this chasm. He had bled a lot and lost a significant part of his robes, which exposed the wound. Without needing to ask what had happened, Jett turned his eyes to a face he hadn’t seen before.

It was a young man wielding a scaled battle axe from which blood dripped. He wore epic armor MMO lovers would kill for, two wings spreading from his back.

"A troublesome dragonslayer?" Jett muttered.

"You must be Warden!" the troublesome dragonslayer shouted, noticing Jett stealing all the spotlight with his presence.

Jett nodded, "You are? No. It doesn’t matter. Why are you causing trouble here?"

"Nah, it matters! I am Bob, the axe dragonslayer! You’re a human Warden, yet you sided with dragons instead of becoming our guardian! You may have manipulated those dragons into working with you, but they will never truly appreciate you! Why? Because you are a human!" Bob shouted, his voice battering into everyone’s hearts.

Terraroa whispered, "Lord Warden... this dragonslayer thought we were carrying humans to Her Majesty and attacked us. We did not want to fight him and kept him busy."

The elder dragon suffered such a wound only because he protected the human in his hands with his back. He could have given up on him and flown away, but that would have meant the demise of the human, so he did not do it. Instead, he endured.

Jett appreciated the old man’s effort. "Thank you, Terraroa."

The old man solemnly closed his eyes.

Jett turned to Bob, "Do you not share my vision?"

"Your vision? Of dragons and humans working together?" Bob tilted his head and asked, then barked aloud, "Of course not! Dragons look down on us and killed many of our people! We’re like snacks for them! Now that they realize we can kill them with dragonslaying magic, they are turning tail to you! And you are stupid for believing in them! In the first place, we would not be here if all of our forces came to Skia!"

The hell am I supposed to do with this one? Should I allow dragons to beat him up, then ask a beautiful dragon woman to take a human form and take care of him so he gets horny like me and starts appreciating the other species?

Love caused miracles, and Jett wanted to bet on it. He looked around, yet failed to spot any dragon woman. Perhaps they hadn’t let any women come here... and so they were safe from the terrors going on here.

I will just let him be. I can’t convince everyone... and is this guy significant enough to need convincing? Jett thought. "Okay, Bob. I see that you have a bitter past with dragons, so I will let you be. Even I can’t change your mind. Just know that if you mess with me in those catacombs, I will kill you. Otherwise, be a good man and wait to leave."

Bob narrowed his eyes, "Will you not go after me after we leave this place?"

"I will not," Jett replied.

"Even if I keep killing dragons?"

"Yes."

Shock spread among Terraroa’s people and the gathered humans. Bob smirked and landed, deciding to save as many humans as possible. He’d lend a hand to Warden, but not to dragons.

"I see. You aren’t that blind!" Bob beamed.

"No. You’re unworthy of my attention," Jett replied.

"Huh?"

"You’re but one of many dragonslayers. Terraroa and the other dragons can kill you or do whatever they want with you. I am Warden, and I deal with people like Holdrake or the Dragon Empress. You? You’re just Bob."

"..."

On that day, Bob’s face turned redder than a tomato, and his head steamed while all the dragons around him sneered and licked their lips.

Dare us.

We will murder you.

Try us, and see exactly what becomes of reckless fools right here today.

...

Don’t be like Bob.

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