Aiden's mind spun as he tried to process the weird summoning ability, relating it to the so-called Fate Emperor. 'It's like associating Playboy with a saint,' he thought, looking at the strange Authority he had just unlocked.
'How are Authorities created, exactly?' Aiden asked, still trying to make sense of everything.
[It's beyond Rank 3 territory, so you don't need to know that for now,] Nexus replied, and Aiden nodded in understanding.
'Well, what can a baby like even do?' he muttered, trying to look around. 'I just hope no one finds summoning a maid,' he thought as he activated his Authority.
'Empyrean Aid: Light Maid,' he said as a large golden circle ford in front of him. The circle slowly expanded, and Aiden's eyes widened as he saw all the dead bodies around him being absorbed into the circle.
[Even though it's a weird ability, it still belonged to the Fate Emperor, so it's summoning a maid who can help you. Naturally, it involves gathering an identity for the maid, and the only available female here is...] Nexus trailed off.
'The mother of this body,' Aiden finished, understanding what was happening as Nexus nodded.
As the golden circle in front of Aiden continued to expand, a soft glow began to coalesce in its center. Slowly, a figure started to form, erging from the radiance. The shape of a woman took shape, her silhouette shimring with ethereal light.
From the light, she stepped forward, her appearance becoming clearer. She wore a pristine maid uniform, a perfect blend of black and gold. The black fabric was sleek, elegant, and well-fitted, while golden accents traced the edges of the uniform, giving it a regal, yet functional look.
Her hair was a deep black, cascading down her back, but the tips shimred in a striking golden hue, as if touched by the very light she erged from.
Her eyes, at first glance, appeared a simple brown, but on closer inspection, they glimred with a golden sheen, radiating warmth and a sense of deep knowledge. She stood tall, her posture calm and graceful, her presence both comforting and formidable.
Aiden, now looking up at this strange but captivating maid, couldn't help but feel an odd sense of familiarity as he observed her. Despite the regal and otherworldly aura she carried, there was a softness to her face—a quiet gentleness, as if she had been waiting for this mont.
The maid's eyes softened as they t Aiden's, her once emotionless face now lit with life and warmth. A small, delicate smile tugged at her lips as she approached him, her movents graceful yet purposeful. She gently picked up the infant Aiden, cradling him in her arms with tender care.
"Master, thank you for giving this opportunity," she whispered softly, her voice filled with gratitude and devotion.
As she held Aiden, her gaze shifted to the wrecked carriage and the scattered animals fleeing from the chaos. Her expression changed abruptly, her eyes narrowing as they scanned the scene of destruction. Her once gentle deanor took on a colder, more calculating edge as her gaze settled on the direction where group of bandits responsible for the carnage had moved.
Aiden noticed the sudden shift in her aura. 'Why does she seem... eager to kill?' he wondered, his tiny form unable to fully express his confusion.
[The body may still carry lingering regret and an imnse anger toward those who killed her and the baby. A mother's wrath can be terrifying, you know,] Nexus explained calmly. [Maybe her unresolved emotions are affecting your summon. Not to ntion, she's like a newborn soul created by you, so it's only natural for her to be influenced by the overwhelming regret and anger of the body she inherited.]
Aiden considered Nexus' words, nodding internally. It made sense. The maid wasn't just so random summon; she carried the unresolved emotions of the previous owner of this body, emotions powerful enough to shape her actions.
"Master," the maid spoke softly once again, her eyes never leaving the bandits. "Will you allow to kill those who dared to lay a finger on you?"
Aiden hesitated for a brief mont but then nodded. 'I can also gain money from these bandits,' he thought to himself.
The Maid smiled as two wings unfurled behind her with , they were pristine white, as they unfurled various feathers also surrounded Aiden creating a scene of falling snow around him.
Aiden's eyes widened in awe as the maid's majestic wings unfurled, revealing their pristine white feathers. As the wings spread out, they released a flurry of soft, glowing feathers that drifted around him like gentle snowflakes. It was as though he were in the hands of an angel, surrounded by the ethereal beauty of the scene.
The falling feathers created a serene, almost magical atmosphere, but Aiden knew the calm was only a prelude to what was coming.
The maid gracefully flapped her wings, lifting herself high into the sky. From her elevated vantage point, she quickly set her sights on the bandits below. The bandits were mounted on large, black-scaled creatures that resembled Qilins, their fierce forms moving through the ruined landscape.
Without hesitation, the maid raised her hand, and suddenly, a massive golden ring appeared behind her, radiating a divine light. The ring humd with power before releasing a barrage of brilliant light spears. The spears shot through the air with deadly precision, aid directly at the bandits.
The bandits barely had a mont to react, sensing danger only as the spears closed in on them. But it was too late. The light spears pierced their hearts and heads with unerring accuracy, leaving them no chance to fight back. Each one fell instantly, their lifeless bodies dropping from their mounts, and the once formidable Qilins scattered in fear.
The maid hovered above, her face emotionless once more, as the battlefield grew silent. Not a single bandit was left alive. The spears had done their work with chilling efficiency, and Aiden, still cradled in her arms, couldn't help but marvel at the sheer power and grace of his summoned servant.
"There are more," the maid said, her voice cold yet resolute as she raised her head, staring off into the distance. Aiden furrowed his brow, wondering what she was seeing. Before he could ask, she flapped her wings, and in the blink of an eye, they were soaring high in the sky, moving to a new location.
Aiden's heart pounded as the maid slowed down, and he finally understood what had caught her attention. Below them lay a small village, seemingly peaceful at first glance. But as Aiden's gaze sharpened, he noticed the unsettling truth. Bandits sward the area, so tending to horses or Qilins, while others wandered aimlessly. And then, his eyes landed on sothing that sent a cold shiver through him.
In the center of the village, a group of people was chained like animals. All of them were won, their wrists and ankles bound with heavy chains. They wore collars around their necks, as if treated like pets. The sight of their battered forms, the marks of abuse, and the hollow look in their eyes told Aiden everything he needed to know about the horrors they had endured.
"I guess weakness is a sin in any world," Aiden thought grimly, his mind racing as he processed the scene. It was clear that these won had been subjected to unimaginable cruelty. Their captors had left their scars, both physical and emotional, and it enraged him to see the bandits walking around so casually, as if this suffering were normal.
"I guess no matter how much ti passes, I'll always remain a big softie," Aiden thought, a slight hint of bitterness lingering in his mind. Over the years, he had learned to control his emotions, to detach from situations that once would have shaken him to his core. But every ti he saw scenes like this, his body would still tense, his blood would still boil.
Despite his attempts to rationalize it—thinking that the pain these bandits would endure was nothing compared to what they'd inflicted—he knew deep down it was his compassion that drove his anger.
He didn't just want them dead; he wanted them to suffer for their cruelty.
"Kill them in the most painful way you know," Aiden's voice echoed suddenly inside the maid's head, cold and unyielding.
The maid's smile widened, her serene deanor never faltering, but her eyes flickered with a sadistic edge. She nodded, silently acknowledging his command. There was no hesitation, no rcy in her movents. She spread her wings once more, preparing to descend upon the bandits who were oblivious to the retribution that was about to rain down on them.
Inside the center most house of village, a burly n could be seen riding a poor girl, with many girls chained around his bed as they simply gazed at the scene lifelessly.
As he was busy with his activities, he suddenly noticed an abnormality—the girl beneath him, her eyes suddenly shone golden. He swiftly tried to move away, but a spear descended from above, piercing through his head and heart in one swift strike. The expression on the poor girl's face changed for the first ti as she saw the dead bandit leader.
It was hope.
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