My Mansion of Gorgeous Maids in Another World-Chapter 32: They believe in his guts!

Jett sat in his chair, his composure absolute. Only the sudden descent of a Dragon Goddess into his Summoning Chamber could disrupt his focus; his serious expression made the air weigh heavy, and no one dared to breathe loudly. Yet beneath that stern façade, Jett wasn’t as serious as he seemed.

So this guy just wants to fuck his women? Kinda feels familiar...

Skytianeus faced a crisis: dragon slayers threatened his family, yet he couldn’t bring them to the Dragon Mountain’s summit. Descending would draw more attention to both him and his kin, endangering not just his lineage but all dragons. Even other dragons sought his head, and rigid guardian rules rarely allowed an early intervention. Jett knew those rules well from Mia.

He’s in deep shit. Can’t really relate, but it’s exactly why I stay low-key.

Jett compared himself to the sky dragon. If his mansion were attacked, he and his maids would defend it—but he had no allies outside. Calling in elves or dullahans would only open him up to political games.

"I get where you’re coming from. I’m still finding my feet in this world, so give me a moment to think it over. I’ll give you my answer soon—hang tight," Jett said.

"I am grateful for your counsel, Lord Warden," Skytianeus bowed and vanished through the central circle.

After the dragon disappeared, Jett rolled his tongue and licked his lips as he sank deeper into his chair. "All this formal talk makes my tongue stiff," he muttered. "Heroes, dragon slayers, and dragons all in my first delegation... I never saw that coming. What do you think, Mia? Noctlisa? Are we doing this?"

Mia remained silent and glanced at Noctlisa, who took the cue and faced her master.

"No freakin’ clue, Master," Noctlisa said. "From a battle-junkie’s vantage, I’d hold back. We haven’t honed our teamwork, and your clouds won’t last long beyond the manor walls. Your mana well runs shallow for drawn-out fights, and dragons and slayers alike will press their advantage. That is all, Master."

"I am in accord with Noctlisa’s assessment, Master Jett. Though your abilities are formidable, they exhaust your mana swiftly. Dragons by nature vie for supremacy, and humans often covet what they cannot govern—many would seek to usurp the Warden Mansion. Yet the greatest concern is that you bear the title of Warden without storied deeds to command respect."

I can’t help but recall the Ruler of Earth and Rivers. Was his fearsome cruelty what kept everyone at bay? Jett thought. Well, they have good points. Without fame, I’m safe from the Harbinger’s attention—but I also can’t clear this mess with sheer presence.

"Let’s take a different tack," Jett said. "If we figure out what makes dragon slayers so damn effective, we could shore up dragon lands. And why the hell didn’t he ask me to stash his family in my mansion?"

"That would overstep, Master Jett," Mia replied.

"Sounds like he’s afraid of being screwed over," Jett said, shaking his head.

"I doubt that, Master Jett," Mia said with a polite smile. "The Warden Mansion is sacred. No guardian would think to shelter family here without sacrificing everything—charge of guardianship included."

"And he certainly won’t give up his guardian status. Got it." Jett nodded.

He stood, rolled his shoulders, and instructed his maids to clear the Summoning Chamber. He planned a short walk through the mansion and gardens first.

"As you wish, Master Jett," Mia bowed. "May we join you afterward?"

"Yeah," Jett nodded.

...

Alone, Jett strolled along the path toward the stables, where four Dark Ink Steeds rested beneath a massive tree. At his approach, all four raised a hoof, then stamped them down with a loud thud.

"Yo, guys," Jett said casually.

He perched on a tree stump and gazed across the grassy expanse.

"There’s a delegation coming for me," he told the steeds, who whinnied with excitement. "I know Mia and Noctlisa think it’s too dangerous, but I want to do it—seriously fight someone."

The horses whinnied, Tough luck, Master.

"As usual, you’re one braincell," he laughed. "Maybe I’m like my dad—he goes on crazy bushcamping trips, my mom yells at him, and he comes back with stitches. She’s still with him."

The horses whinnied, Nice mama. She believes in his guts!

"I’ll follow his example and just do it."

Moments later, Mia and Noctlisa joined him, hair lifted by the breeze.

"We’re going on this delegation. I’ll meet humanity’s heroes first," Jett announced.

Mia and Noctlisa bowed in unison. "As you wish, Master Jett."

The horses whinnied, They believe in his guts!

Mia asked, "Shall I notify the Dragon Guardian of your decision, Master Jett?"

Jett shook his head. "Nah, he’s over three thousand years old. He can wait. It’s not like I can fix this in a day."

"Understood! Then we can depart whenever you wish, Master Jett," Mia replied sweetly.

Jett beckoned her closer, and when she leaned in, he pinched her nose. Mia closed her eyes, enjoying the tease as he tugged her cheek gently before letting her go. She giggled.

Noctlisa watched, uncertainty in her eyes.

"You two should rest," Jett said. "Don’t overdo it. I’m going to saddle my boys for a ride."

The steeds whinnied, Let’s go!

Jett picked the closest horse and vaulted onto its back while the others stared in disbelief.

The three steeds whinnied at their fourth brother, Bish!

"Oy, oy, don’t be jealous," he called back. "I’ll ride you all eventually."

"Master Jett! Can we come?" Mia chimed in eagerly.

Of course you can, but I can’t leave a single horse out, Jett thought.

"Sit in front of me," he said.

"Yes!" Mia exclaimed, and with a subtle shimmer of magic, she settled before him.

Noctlisa hesitated, then asked, "May I join as well?"

"Behind me," Jett said with a nod. Better three jealous steeds than one alone—they can share the burden.

As Mia and Noctlisa clung to him, Jett glanced at the three remaining steeds, their eyes blazing with envy.

It truly was an inferno of jealousy.