Silence blanketed the bedroom as Mia collected her thoughts.
"In the world of Fayralia, there are three concepts above them all. 'Them' refers to all living beings inhabiting our planet," Mia began, her voice dipping as low as her cleavage.
"Don't you want to sit next to me?" Jett asked.
She shook her head. "I'd prefer to stand attentively at your side."
Jett replied, "Yeah, okay—continue." He didn't want to impose his views.
"Above them all are The Chronicler, The Harbinger, and The Warden, each with a distinct mission. While the Chronicler remains impartial, solely tasked with recording the world's events, nothing else is known—they're shrouded in mystery. The Harbinger stands as the opposite, an embodiment of rebellion that drives evolution and progress through sheer force, war, and blood. In recent years, it hasn't taken a living form; instead, the Harbinger has become an intrusive thought in the hearts of those dissatisfied with their lot."
"The Warden must be the opposite, then," Jett said.
"Yes. The Warden puts a stop to rebellions that threaten the world's equilibrium. He's the Harbinger's greatest enemy and dread. It's said that past Wardens have hailed from various races, for only genuine words and feelings can reach the inhabitants and preserve the status quo. I dare say there's a hidden depth to the Master's selection by the Warden Mansion."
She believed another reason lay behind Jett, a mana-less human, becoming Master of the Warden Mansion. It had been eons since the last human Master, and he too possessed not a drop of mana.
Yeah, I became the Master and gained mana—but at what cost? I'm pitted against the Harbinger and maybe the entire world.
Still, fucking a woman like Mia is the best thing ever, not to mention having mana. I'll fight to keep everything to myself and never share my inheritance. Those riches are mine. Those maids are mine.
The mere thought of returning to his mundane life disgusted Jett. He would never go back to a world where ordinary humans died more often than the weakest awakened beings. Lacking mana was a severe disadvantage.
Those feelings eclipsed Jett's drive for more sex and fueled his ambition to grow stronger as both an awakened being and the Master. He'd rocked Mia's world. Now it was time to strengthen himself.
Jett stood and said, "Show me where the mansion's storage is."
He'd developed his own mana, completed the quest and claimed his reward. Sensing his shift in mood and the implication of his words, Mia straightened and nodded.
"I eagerly await to behold your boons, Master," she said, voice rich with devotion.
She began to lead him, intending to walk ahead, but he caught her hand and entwined their fingers. Mia unconsciously squeezed back, her gaze lifting to meet his.
Jett smiled. "I know you wanna be a proper head maid—to lead, whether in front, beside, or behind me. But this is my home, and you're more than a maid. You're my woman. So loosen up and show me some affection."
Mia's ears reddened deeper than her cheeks at his words as she wrapped her arms around his arm, pressing it between her breasts. On tiptoes, she brought her face closer to his.
"May I address you as Master Jett? I would be honored to speak your name."
Jett nodded. "Yeah."
At his nod, Mia's lips curved in anticipation. He leaned down and their tongues met in a fiery kiss that only intensified his throbbing, still-hard cock.
"Mhnmmm, Master Jett~~"
Duties first!
"Kiss me more, Master Jett!"
Duties first!
And so he restrained his urge to strip his maid right then and there.
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With her fingertip grazing the cold stone, Mia guided Jett through the winding basement corridors like a seasoned burglar tracing a hidden path into the heart of the labyrinth.
Finally, she and Jett stood before the grand double gates, towering high above Jett's head and adorned with mysterious engravings. The torches on either side barely illuminated the massive doors.
Mia said, "Only Master Jett can open them."
Jett willed the doors open. The gates trembled and slowly parted, revealing a blinding interior.
Inside the storage chamber, a grand black chandelier cast stark white light. The room was surprisingly empty.
A single pedestal bore a stone orb that rotated slowly, its glow bathing the floor in blue light. In a distant corner stood a small shelf holding various seeds, flowers, and fruits.
"In the center of this chamber stands the orb of storage, which grants rewards to the Master of the Warden House according to his quests and progression. Far away from us is the shelf with my gifts to the Warden Mansion. It's one of the prerequisites to become a maid of the future Warden—a sort of dowry. Master Jett will obtain our gifts by awakening more maids. Naturally, my gifts are at your disposal now," Mia explained.
"I will claim your gifts last," Jett said as he approached the orb.
Mia remained at the threshold, watching his back with boundless interest shining in her crimson eyes. Historically, this moment was often the most pivotal in the Warden Mansion's storied past. If Jett followed in his predecessors' footsteps, he would awaken his talent and mana and gain the power needed to fulfill his duties as the Warden.
Jett laid his hand on the orb's cold surface and felt an indescribable calling echo within him like thunder. Sparks of every color crackled around the chamber before coalescing into bolts of raw lightning that stretched wide and rebounded off the walls like wild sprites.
Outside, black clouds gathered overhead, crackling with thunder and lightning. Rain battered the windows like hailstones, and fierce winds threatened to form a tornado. Inside the storage chamber, the same tempest surged forth, born of Jett's awakening.
His power awakened with a deafening roar. For a heartbeat, the chamber fell still, and Jett felt a shiver race down his spine before the storm returned in full fury.
[You have awakened.]
[You have obtained a new title—The Ruler of the Heavens and the Storm.]
[You have obtained two skills: Ruler's Lightning Bolt, and Call of Clouds.]
In an elevated realm, where clouds tinted pink and milky waterfalls quietly cascaded down cliffs—a place no mortal could ever tread—a figure clad in white robes, with golden eyes framed by long white eyelashes, froze mid-motion. Her lashes fluttered before she closed her eyes, as if striving to sense the changes rippling through the world.
Elsewhere, where darkness reigned, a stark naked woman with wild, spiky red hair and countless belts and chains covering her most private parts shuddered atop her skull throne. Though thunder rolled, rain fell, and winds howled, an eerie silence blanketed her domain.
Only she could hear the awakening happening far away from her location.
"WARDEN!"
She shouted his title into the storm, but her voice failed to pierce the roaring sounds attacking her soul.
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