Mia watched her master leap into the chasm, pride blooming yet a thread of awed anticipation tightened her chest. Instead of crashing into the abyss he drifted downward as though the air itself carried him.
The white suit from Eleonora’s dukedom bore him aloft as its hidden function finally awakened, conjuring winds that kept Jett suspended midair. Eleonora’s family had thoughtfully provided the garnt—yet neglected any sort of manual. The oversight still made the head maid blush; she banished the mory with a quick shake of her head.
She faced the dragons still under her command. Her aim was to spread her dominion across the capital, shielding the populace and steering the dragons toward the gravest danger. Such control demanded surgical precision—and oceans of mana.
Her personal reserves were large, yet even they would not suffice. Fortunately, as head maid—and the bearer of Jett’s brand—she could draw upon the mansion’s core and channel its power through every living root in the city.
At the edge of the clearing Ewelina and Lulu timidly poked their heads around an oak.
I nearly overlooked them.
A single hero could never subdue so many elder dragons, and the fairy’s duties thus far had amounted to acting as the mansion’s battery—and resident mascot. Their usefulness seed spent, which explained why they had slipped from Mia’s mind.
"May we assist you in any way?" Ewelina asked, her voice trembling yet sincere.
The kindness shining in her eyes softened even the dragons’ wary stares, revealing a slayer with a heart. Lulu, by contrast, revealed nothing but a pair of wide eyes peeking from behind the trunk.
"Your aid would soothe both human and draconic fears, brave hero," Mia replied, gliding toward the mansion. "Stand with the dragons and follow my guidance."
"Yes!" Ewelina answered and marched to the ranks with steady steps.
"As for you, Lulu, lend your wind; we require swift communication."
"Safe! I’m so super‑duper safe!" the fairy squealed.
Relief colored her voice as she skipped toward the carriage and clambered aboard. Mia followed, ascending to Jett’s private floor with the fairy chirping at her heels.
"Just the two of us here feels super odd!" Lulu declared.
She bounced to a stop as her wide eyes took in the scene. Mia was already on the mattress, crawling toward the center on all fours; each deliberate shift of her knees set her ample breasts swaying, while her full ass rippled beneath her snug skirt. Reaching her chosen spot, she tucked her legs beneath her, straightened, and hugged one of Jett’s pillows to her bosom, the arch of her back flaunting the inviting roundness of her rear.
"Uh... aren’t we supposed to be helping humans and dragons?" Lulu squeaked.
Before the question finished echoing, the capital shook. Trees thickened like giants’ sinews, their roots rupturing cobbles and soil alike. Skia’s vines lashed outward, snaring balconies and spires.
Mia looked over her shoulder, a single crimson eye gleaming. "You speak of super this and super that, little fairy. Master Jett’s pillow is my super‑power. Breathe a word of it to him and I shall handle you personally."
"Hehe! I would never, Miss Elf!" Lulu saluted stiffly, her smile wobbling.
...
A chill cocooned Jett as he drifted through the chasm’s throat. An unfamiliar pressure washed over him before his feet touched one of many stone platforms inside the Dragon Catacombs. His maids and the dragons touched down behind him.
"Master’s talent is profound; your first descent was flawless," Eleonora said, pride lighting her eyes.
"Thanks," Jett replied with a lopsided grin—then bright windows stole his attention.
[You have entered the Dragon Catacombs, currently drowning in the Harbinger’s mana.]
[You have received a new quest—The Harbinger’s Dance.]
[Objective: Discover the source of the Harbinger’s mana, purge it from the Dragon Catacombs, and restore the site to its forr state.]
[Rewards will scale with your performance.]
A crimson cloud edged toward the party, as thick as the tortured chorus of a thousand voices. The sound alone would have ruptured mortal eardrums, yet the dragons showed no discomfort.
"We cannot hear the agony of the wicked," Terraroa explained. "They are left to themselves, though their anguish also punishes other races."
"Then, in theory, they present no harm?" Jett asked.
"Correct. It’s a test of ntal fortitude."
Despite the reassurance, Jett kept his guard up. Sothing within that soul tugged at him—a thread he suspected belonged to the Harbinger.
The cloud darted forward, plunging into the nearest dragon. The warrior’s eyes flooded crimson as his body convulsed. An evil chuckle slipped through clenched teeth.
"How is this possible?" Terraroa gasped. "The wicked soul should not rge with a living dragon—it belongs to the dead!"
"It seems the Harbinger ddled far deeper than we anticipated," Jett muttered, stepping toward the possessed dragon. "Her mana rides within every soul present."
He locked eyes with the dragon, crimson arcs crackling in his own gaze. Respect—recently forged in combat—overrode the intruder, and the dragon retched, ejecting the wicked soul before collapsing to a knee.
[Your Ruler’s Will has evolved into The Warden’s Will.]
He studied the quivering sphere. "Your turn to cough sothing up."
Obedient as a beaten dog, the soul disgorged a dark‑green seed pulsing with Harbinger mana. Its re presence made Jett’s skin itch.
He crushed it under his boot.
A hushed gasp rippled through the gathering—dragons straightened in awe, Eleonora’s eyes glead with sharp admiration, and Noctlisa dropped to one knee, fist to chest, in silent fealty.
Jett brushed imaginary dust from his shoulder, seemingly unaware of the hushed reverence surrounding him. A swift glance confird he had alighted near the chasm’s base, on a solitary spur set apart—clearly a landing the Harbinger had prepared, flanked only by wicked souls.
"Let us proceed. The longer we tarry, the stronger the Harbinger grows," he said.
His maids arrayed themselves at his side.
Terraroa rumbled, "Lord Warden, what shall be done with the wicked soul and its insolence?"
Jett regarded the cowering mote. "Leave it. I won’t ddle in matters of dragons."
Terraroa and the other dragons bowed.
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