My Mansion of Gorgeous Maids in Another World-Chapter 59: Smells like human

Other dragonslayers on the scene wanted to protest and compel Jett to protect them, since they were part of the same race. Alas, Eleonora’s swift, cruel reaction, which turned Bob into a mere meat shield, left them utterly frozen. No one dared to utter a word, lest they end up fighting not only dragons but fellow humans.

"S‑Save me! We fought together against dragons, didn’t we?! Say something! Do something! Save me!" Bob spun around and shouted at the other dragonslayers, his stare boring into the ones he had fought alongside.

He didn’t get what he’d hoped for. Instead of his friends siding with him, everyone absolutely averted their eyes and swallowed their feelings, not daring to utter so much as a single word. They were done. It was as simple as that. All they could do right now was walk into an army of dragons led by none other than the Dragon Empress and fight as heroes would.

What does it mean to be fucking hero? Bob asked himself as he saw their expressions. I wanted to be better than others, and for others to fawn over me. I didn’t want to be their sacrificial lamb! If that’s what it means to be a fucking hero, I’ll never become one! I’d rather settle for a noble’s knight commander and still be respected by fewer people yet be in a much safer spot!

"FUCK THIS ALL! FUCK YOU ALL! FUCK YOU, WARDEN! FUCK YOU, WARDEN’S BITCH! YOU ARE A TRAITOR—" Bob screamed, only to suddenly feel Jett’s glare.

For a moment, it seemed heavier than the Dragon Empress’s presence. His throat felt squeezed by an invisible hand, and the privilege of breathing was stolen from Bob. He shivered, his lips quivering for a speck of air.

"Come here," Jett ordered.

Bob’s body reacted before he could. He stood up and walked toward Jett without willing it at all. This felt like watching himself do things in a dream, only even worse. This was reality, and Bob no longer had even a say about his life.

Seizing the edge of Bob’s armor, Jett tightened his grip and then executed a half‑spin, hurling the dragonslayer straight into a living wall of dragons. Bob smashed into them, leaving not even a dent, then dropped flat onto the ground. As he raised his messy face, the reptilian eyes of assorted nearby dragons coolly stared him down.

"...Stop... looking at me... monsters..." Bob whispered through tears, his fate sealed.

Opposite him, Jett stood truly motionless, his expression utterly void of emotion. He’d breathed in and out many times to calm himself. At last, he spoke, his voice laying his feelings bare.

"While your fate saddens me, I will never allow anyone to bad‑mouth my maids, even if you are at your lowest and terrified. I will stand up for them at any time," Jett said. "With him forcibly tossed into the dragons’ ranks, your fate is sealed here as well. Go and fulfill your heroes’ duty. People are dying as we speak."

No one listened to him. Throwing themselves toward death, even if it was for common people’s sake, felt too difficult. As those dragonslayers battled their fear and stress, Jett raised his voice.

"GO!" he shouted.

As though possessed, all dragonslayers suddenly jerked forward and marched relentlessly toward the dragons’ army with steady, orchestrated steps.

The contrast was so terrifying that even the dragons didn’t dare utter a single word; they simply stared, utterly emotionless, as the humans advanced.

Just as Jett had used his Warden’s Will on Bob, he now wielded it again, forcing the dragonslayers to fulfill their duty for the sake of others.

This was a tough decision—one he’d wanted to avoid.

In truth, it was far easier to battle enemies and risk his own life than to make such a choice.

Yet that, truly, was the burden of an inexperienced Warden.

What I saw... was the final version of the Ruler of Earth and Rivers. He must have endured difficult decisions and made choices himself, instilling fear and respect in others through cruelty so vast that even demons would think twice before matching it. That aura alone filled the air with dread. Now, I have made a difficult decision myself—and I blame myself. If I were stronger, I’d be able to take them all on with Noctlisa and Eleonora. If I only had a much bigger mana pool!

A faint chuckle cut through Jett’s thoughts and made him tilt his head back to look up, where the Dragon Empress hovered.

He caught only a fleeting glimpse of her sneer, yet it was more than enough for him to reignite his conflict about her.

From everyone else’s perspective, it seemed the Empress had acted for the dragons’ sake, eager to win their favor once again.

It was a moment of imperial pride for her lofty station.

But no one present knew that what the Dragon Empress desired most was to make the Warden sacrifice something.

Triggered by her smile, Jett shouted, "I’ll help every human here, no matter what you want."

"Feel free," she replied, turning away and leaving the scene. "If there are dragon fools willing to aid you, they have my permission to do so... until our talk in the Royal Den."

Her voice trailed off in the distance.

...

"Was there no other way?" Jett asked.

"Sadly, yes," Eleonora nodded.

Jett glanced at her face, seeing that she was trying to cheer him up and also felt a little apologetic for forcing him to decide.

He nodded. "I see... thanks for helping me out back there."

"I overstepped my boundaries while doing so. I apologize and am ready to accept any scolding afterward," Eleonora bowed.

Just then, Terraroa approached Jett.

Terraroa said, "It is extraordinarily difficult to speak with Her Majesty. Even royal elders in the dragon circle currently wield far less political power because of her policies. I dare say it’s the first time in dragon history, at present, that their ruler holds this much concentrated power and influence."

Across many generations of new emperors and empresses, the highly influential dragon circle held a significant role in guiding and governing the proud dragon‑kin.

They made countless vital decisions and skillfully persuaded the emperors to approve them—such as boldly sending one of their kin to the Warden Mansion to serve as a maid and secure important political ties with the future Warden.

"Are you saying... I’m too inexperienced to deal with her right now, then?" Jett asked.

Terraroa nodded. "Yes. I believe Her Majesty’s target was the dragonslayers from the start, and she never cared about innocent humans. She may also have exaggerated their claim of killing all humans along the way."

"I see..." Jett murmured belatedly right then, feeling ashamed.

When people didn’t respect his status as Warden and merely lowered their heads to appease him, everything became truly difficult.

In fact, the Dragon Empress did respect Jett’s position; otherwise she would not even have spoken with him and would have instantly punished Terraroa and the others for working beside him.

She simply had her own interests in mind.

She didn’t care about the balance between humans and other races.

As long as dragons survived, they alone could be the only race in the world.

"I am certain Master has performed admirably thus far. Even newly appointed Wardens would think twice before refusing the Dragon Empress, yet Master did so immediately and without hesitation. It is also important to note that the Dragon Empress possessed far more cards and information in her bargain. It will not be the same next time. My fellow maids and I shall ensure that, Master," Eleonora said, bowing low.

Terraroa spoke next. "We’d like to continue our service to you, Lord Warden. Use us as you see fit to save humans from this predicament. We’ll help you safely escort them back to the human realm."

"Thanks, you two," Jett said, unconcerned with formal language today.

What he wanted now was... to find a clear way to expand his mana pool and informational intelligence.

...

"All of them ignoring me sooooooo much! I hate it, I hate it, I hate it! I hate fools who utterly refuse to cross their borders and embrace evolution! Ah, I hate myself for being so weak as well!" the Harbinger ranted through the mouth of a possessed dragon walking beneath the creamy‑purple skies.

If anyone were here for the first time, they’d be surprised by those skies—they looked so beautiful and mysterious.

Given the chaos in the Dragon Catacombs, the Harbinger had stolen the body of a dragon and ditched the place, leaving her mess behind for all she cared.

The Harbinger strolled through the dragon forest.

"Others shouldn’t be here. That sexy empress is strict about anyone other than dragons. I should be perfectly safe here and quickly find precious dragons eager to grow stronger, stronger, stronger, and stronger!"

The Harbinger stopped and sniffed.

"For a dragon forest, it sure smells like human," they said.

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