My Servant System

Chapter 1145: Chapter 1144: All Out Attack (1)



The rest of the night was beyond incredible, and Jahi got her wish easily as she wore the three of us out twice over before dropping herself onto the pile of our bodies, grabbing ahold of each of us and snuggling with us as she rolled us onto her stomach and buried herself beneath

us.

That swift rush to the morning through the blissfulness of unconsciousness though was immediately marred by the horrible headaches and pains we were feeling after neglecting the need to eat food and drink water after both a stress filled day like that and everything that we had just done.

Thankfully our youthful idiocy had been predicted by the Sultana, who had the foresight to send a giant platter of roasted meats and a large pot of coffee to our tent, providing us the calories we needed to survive and get back onto our feet after a welcome mistake.

What hadn't been welcome was the briskness with which she wanted us to eat, since a Death Jackal appeared outside of the entrance of our tent to let us know we had five minutes before the Sultana wanted to depart and begin her campaign against the Fingers so that she could reclaim her country.

So we devoured the 'meal' she had prepared for us and drained the pot of coffee as we sought equilibrium again, and after licking the platter clean for the last remnants of the succulent fat and juices of the meat, we got up and got dressed right as the tent was beginning to come down.

We immediately aided the Death Jackals as we washed everything thoroughly and packed it up as best we could, and the Sultana graciously gifted the tent and its various bedrolls and pillows to us for the rest of this campaign... and I could see why, since I was unable to get rid of the lingering stench of sex in the fabric and on us.

When it was all done though we rejoined the tall futanari around her table, which had remained untouched despite the rest of the camp being completely disassembled and ready to be moved; she must have been waiting for us since she looked up at us and said "Hajar has been taken over. Completely captured by the Fingers, who were aided by some hopeful Wekalian mercenaries. Roughly three hundred well equipped troops with medium to high magical abilities.

Like I said before, the four of you are going to be joined with six of the Death Jackals to handle this, though I will ask this now; do you want to handle this as a group of ten elite shock troops, or will you desire the aid of a hundred soldiers for a siege?"

She looked between all of us as she waited for an answer, and to no one's surprise the decision was being left to Jahi, the towering Demoness crossing her arms and studying the map for a few seconds before studying each of us in turn.

"Just the ten of us. In the far future we might be dealing with the unique problems of ordering around dozens, if not hundreds of troops, but for now handling ourselves is something that we know best. It needs to be ironed out further, and this is a prime opportunity for us to do just that."n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

"Very well. Hajar is barely a half day from here if you make a rush for it. You should arrive either by dusk or just as the sky turns black. I'll be trusting the city of Hajar to you, and in your absence I shall work on everything else.

The Fingers are working at large, and it would seem that the Fiend you fought against has reported the losses to the rest of the organization. They've moved their plans up in fear of the knowledge we might have gained, though whether or not they know we have captured Mariam is a different story. She'll be coming with me, and I've already discussed it with Sla'Caligo."

Removing the pieces on the map one by one, the Sultana left only a few on one corner of the map, and after a few moments of circling around the remaining pieces she knocked them to the side using one from before, muttering "As irritating as it is..." and cleaning the board off moments later.

She looked back up at us after that, her veil concealing her face from us but doing nothing to disguise the disdain in her voice as she said "Expect there to be Fiends there too, and unlike before I have given the six Death Jackals orders to act immediately should the Fiends prove to be a sufficient dangers.

Unless there is sufficient evidence that you can toy with them or kill them in a way that leaves enough of the body to be harvested, they shall be eradicated with the utmost prejudice. Am I being clear?"

We all nodded at that, earning a grunt from the Sultana as she straightened up and rolled up her map, not acknowledging the Death Jackals who rushed forwards to remove the table and collect the pieces.

"Good luck, and remember to keep your focus in Hajar. These cultists have already shown themselves to be more than treacherous and insidious as opponents, and I refuse to believe that they won't have further tricks up their sleeves, not when a host of Fiends gathers around them."

Fixing us with one last stare, the Sultana nodded to herself and turned around, leaving us as she made her way towards a large cluster of warriors to begin giving out orders, her presence being replaced by six cloaked figures who bowed deeply to us.

Each of them looked both different and identical to one another; their physiques might have been varied, and they carried different weapons, but each gave off the cold, sharp aura of a blade waiting to be utilized, and each was radiating that familiar need for bloodshed as they waited for their orders.

Jillian Pov

It should have been right about here... at least, if I was remembering correctly... Pursing my lips, I raised the crude yet efficient pickaxe made from some unlucky monster's bone and slammed the sharpened tip into the rock below, testing the durability of the stone and getting a glimpse at the abilities of the Labyrinthian itself.

It was ever changing and almost alive, but with the vastness of which it sprawled in this world, no one was certain of what resided within these borders, nor about the abilities that this... thing might have; what was the Labyrinthian capable of?

Well... some 'things' were known about the Labyrinthian, but they were all broad and unfocused ideas that hadn't been verified a dozen times over - much to Ayla's disdain - and currently, as we explored and learned what we could, my green haired lover had gotten herself an idea.

The Labyrinthian shifted and changed, but what if we could lock a part of its more stable locations in place and create something for ourselves inside of this maelstrom of change?

That was why I was currently carving out a chunk of the mountain that was the wall of the Labyrinthian, mining for both resources and to secure ourselves a place of rest and somewhere to fortify against the powerful creatures lurking nearby.

Specifically, my lover had come up with the idea to build this haven near the Sultanate, since it was close enough to the Empire to be used as a staging ground should we find one of the paths between here and there, but also because that Demoness bitch had taken the one of the Sultana's pups as her wife.

If I could strike where it meant most, I was definitely going to try, and knowing how that crude, primitive culture worked, that sand munching arrogant fluff ball should be living it large in the Empire as that Demoness' little slut, so she wouldn't be here... meaning I could

draw her here.

And maybe, by proxy, draw the Demoness here as well...

When I was ready, of course; Light Mana was powerful, Ice and Metal Mana were powerful, and then the blood of the Empress was immensely powerful, so I wasn't going to blindly take

my chances...

No, I wanted to crush this bitch and her family before taking what was rightfully mine right from under her... to make her watch as her world crumbled down to nothingness...

The reason for my hate was no longer really that important, nor was the source of my desires; I just knew that they were apart of me now, and that they were making it easier to take that next step into earning power beyond belief!

For now though, I was stuck as an Elf that just so happened to have more muscle than the two lazing whores behind me, so I raised the pickaxe again and tore another chunk of rock from the mountain, pulling back when I was told and returning to my duty when I was told.

It might have been irritating, but the idea of being this much closer to them was all I needed to put my anger into the right spot...