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◈ FOUR YEARS AGO ◈
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"This outfit is so tight around my chest-!"
Amae complained at her big brother, attempting to fix the frilly top that pressed against her breast in a suffocating manner. Sitting on a wooden chair, Onii was carefully polishing his blade with an S-grade enchanted sharping stone. This was the 'Legendary-tier' Katana「Sen」, which could slice through atoms, even space and reality itself, when activated by its contracted user.
In other words, it was the perfect weapon for stealth missions.
Evidence would simply disappear from reality, without leaving a single trace of existence. In situations where infiltration was key,「Sen」exceled in silencing enemies and creating paths out of the impossible. It was Onii's one of most prized possessions, obtained from one of the hardest dungeons in the world — The Void.
"I think you look absolutely beautiful," Onii replied as he looked up, admiring her maid outfit from top to bottom.
Mari mentioned something about a lady's appeal so she purposely made the top more revealing. While it made sense because their opponents were mostly men, Amae felt that the cleavage exposure down the middle was way too much.
After all, she was only fourteen. A young budding adolescent. Her breasts were still somewhat flat as a cutting board but fortunately, she could feel them growing!
"I don't feel that way. More slutty than beautiful."
"Try spinning around like you always do."
Amae spun around like a ballerina dancer as the white-apron and red-ribbons on her chest fluttered in the air. On top of her head, the white-brimmed headdress perfectly maintained her hair in an elegant bun as she graced the floor.
"There we go," Onii nodded in approval. "Yep, you're absolutely gorgeous, little sister."
"I should wear this just for you."
"I wouldn't mind that at all," Onii patted her head tenderly, careful on not undoing hours of intricate braiding. "But you should know that you look good in anything. I doubt even a plain mage robe look bad on you."
"Aw... Thank you..."
Amae trailed off into a soft whisper, feeling warmness rushing to her cheeks. Suddenly, an idea appeared in her mind. One that would help alleviate the incredible anxiety that she had been accumulating for the past hours.
She casually skipped to her big brother's side.
"Hey Master, do you have a special request for your maid?"
"What do you mean?"
Amae leaned into her brother's ears and whispered seductively, wafting her warm breath to increase the 'Little Sister' charm.
"If you want a massage, your maid will gladly serve you. Or if your heart desires, a very special massage is also available~"
"Amae, as much as I want to, we don't have time right now. You need to be inside the palace and meet King Hurley by sunset."
Onii looked back into her eyes, his crimson-red pupils filled with an uneasy seriousness in contrast to the playfulness she exhibited. Amae knew big brother was right.
That was because failure was not an option.
The plan was to have Amae infiltrate the palace and gather essential information — King Hurley's daily routine, the Unpolites' synergy as a team, amount of slaves they owned, and the possibility of capturing their target alive. After collecting the key intel, Onii's will remove himself from the shadow and strike.
But having to act as a personal maid under the notorious King Hurley while being on constant lookout for his elite magician guards was a dangerous assignment. Far too perilous than all the previous quests Amae had embarked on. One wrong move could expose her identity and compromise months of planning that led up to this fateful day.
What if I mess up my duties...?
What if King Hurley forces himself on me...?
What if the Unpolites counters my「False Data」and appraises my magical abilities...?
Onii must have noticed the anxiety because he clung onto Amae's back and pulled her into his sweet embrace. Amae felt her shoulder being caressed. Falling into his chest, she smelled a nice and familiar scent, feeling the cloud of stress inside fading.
"We'll have lots of fun after the mission — I promise."
"I'll be holding you accountable then..." Amae muttered, burying her head deeper into her brother's chest. She could hear his heartbeat thumping, which had a mysterious calming effect. "Do you mind if we stay like this for awhile...?"
"Of course."
An indescribable feeling of warmth and comfort enveloped her entire soul as Onii rubbed the back of her head. His touch was nice and firm. There was only a single word to describe this moment — heaven.
"Big brother, what if I fail...?"
"You won't."
There was a brief silence.
"...I'm scared that I will."
Onii pressed his two hands on her cheeks and looked at Amae straight in the eye. It was as if he was searching into the depth of her soul for the root of the anxiety. The resolution and confidence in big brother's gaze showed how much he cared for her emotional well-being.
"On the slight chance that you do, then I will immediately come to your aid and protect you." Onii smiled warmly. "Remember failures do not define who you are as an individual."
"Our months of planning and research would be a waste if the espionage were to—"
"—I rather discard all that than let my precious little sister be hurt." Amae could hear the sincerity in his tone. "Your safety or the mission's success, I'm sure you already know my answer."
Instantly, the invisible weight burdening Amae's shoulder was lifted.
"I see..."
"Little sister, you worked hard for the past month in the selection process. We already ensured our chances of success are at an optimal level. But even with these preparations, we cannot account for the unknown. Because in reality, plans rarely go according to plan."
Those were indeed the dogmas of life.
Life was far too complicated to consider all the other variables that might interfere with the operation. King Hurley's haughty mindset. The Unpolite's attitude towards maids and slaves. The formal gathering itself was filled with endless possibilities. Ideals versus expectations, Amae knew the contrast all too well as Yin of Duality. Throughout her experience on the past three God-tier quests, improvisation was common for a quest of that scale.
Although this quest did not have the mark of difficulty, the amount of time and effort including their targets and mission objective indicated that this was on the same level as God-tier quests. No, it was beyond that. This was a classified authorization, granted by the Elite Five with worldly consequences.
"And if you were to be compromised, we'll do what we always do best."
Onii glanced at his prized weapon, which seemed to shine brilliantly beside the lit candle. It was as if「Sen」had a consciousness of its own, echoing a silent bloodlust.
"After all, no one in the world can stop us when we are together, little sister."
"You're right, big brother." Amae smiled, feeling the motivation within her returning. "Thank you for cheering me up. I will do my best tonight."
"That's a good girl~"
The two siblings leaned in and pressed their lips together, savoring the little time that they have before sunset arrives.
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The plain room they had lived in for the past month had only the bare minimum of furniture. There was a large queen-sized bed and an ebony-brown wardrobe in which the two siblings gladly shared. The final piece was a simple wooden table, which laid a variety of battle gears, enchanted weapons, scrolls, and spell tomes.
At first, Amae thought the room was too mundane but Onii made an important point. Living in the destitute part of the capital avoided any unwanted attention.
Upon their first arrival at Temecula, Oni and Amae made a grave mistake.
Entering the corrupted capital as known 'Master-tier' adventurers was asking for trouble. Instead of a formal greeting, their response lacked even the most basic respect. Within a few minutes of conversation, a group of Temeculan guards purposely detained the siblings and performed a comprehensive search for dangerous items.
It was obvious from their facial expressions and sneering tone that it was extortion.
In the end, they were fined fifty Qian. This was not a hefty amount for Duality but it left a sour first impression deep in their hearts. One that explained the culture of this city.
Onii was now fully outfitted in his signature battle panoply: A Wolf-Kabuki mask paired with a daunting black robe that was trimmed in crimson red and decorated in gold. He sheathed「Sen」beside his waistline and nodded at Amae.
It was time.
"Are you ready, Yin of Duality?"
After taking a deep breath, Amae smiled in an elegant manner and bowed in reverence, similar to how a proper maid should act.
"Yes, Yang of Duality. Let us make history."
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A vast room came into view, with a ceiling that was high and broad. The walls were predominantly white, with extensive gold decorations and highlights. Luxurious, multicolored chandeliers ―made of precious gems from colors of the rainbow― hung from the ceiling, radiating feelings of decadence.
This was the heart of Temecula.
"Welcome slave. Congratulations on being accepted out of all the other candidates to serve the almighty one."
The chubby man sitting on the throne bellowed out, his deep voice echoed the hall. Another man stood beside him, he was rather lean and wore a dashing white robe, which was probably enchanted with magic. His dark-brown eyes followed her movements like a careful hawk.
Amae furrowed her brow at King Hurley's introduction. But she stepped forward and bowed elegantly in front of her new owner.
"Thank you for accepting this humble servant into your vicinity. I am grateful that you offered me this opportunity."
The application process took two months as the duo had to first live in Temecula to attain citizenship. Of course, the fees were overly pricey for adventurers. After the tedious paperwork, Amae started her maid career in some of the vilest places that were beyond horrific.
Never did she want to experience that again. The foul stenches... The layers of mold and feces... Wiping the bacteria-filled carpet...
Amae felt sickness coiled inside her stomach at those gross memories.
After her experiences, Amae came to a small understanding of what it was like to be a lower class. She felt empathy for the peasants — they had to endure what she thought was utterly disgusting for their entire life. And this was worse for slaves, who were treated like livestock and properties.
Slavery must be abolished in this city. And my big brother and I will be the one to make it happen.
No matter what it takes.
A group of magicians appeared in rows behind King Hurley, standing in a neat vertical line.
This wasn't mentioned in the invitation.
King Hurley chuckled and rose from his throne confidently.
"Eama, I want you to meet my private special force, the Unpolites. All of them are handpicked and they are considered by many as one of the best combat squadrons in the world."
"It is a great honor to meet the renowned Unpolites in person. I am in awe of their presence."
Amae kept her bowing form, carefully examining the high-level mercenary mages. The circular glasses she wore pulsated for a microsecond and went to work.
"Recently, rumor has it that there is a high-level magician acting as an undercover spy."
This is unexpected... Do they know about my true identity?
But how...?
Am I compromised?
Amae's heart froze for a second. She carefully reached into her side pocket, crushing a marble-sized stone with her fingers.
Instead of being accused, two people walked out from the side hall—
—A blonde-haired girl with a large steel chain on her neck was led out by a grinning guard.
Her face was swollen and bruised, and the skin was flecked with spots of dried blood. Her lips and eyelids were similarly injured, completely distorting her originally beauty, There were bruises and burn marks on the rest of her body, but the damage was worst on her face.
It was like watching an abusive owner dragging a beaten-up dog with a leash.
King Hurley then held onto the chain and smirked.
"With the help of Unpolites, I found the culprit."
Amae felt an array of emotions exploding inside of her. The girl had a blank, lifeless expression on her face, as if she was merely a capsule without a soul. It was obvious that she had endured tortures beyond hell.
Why was King Hurley telling her all of this?
Did they really capture the wrong person?
What type of torture did this girl have to go through...?
Rage and ire flared inside of Amae's very soul. She was furious at King Hurley and also at herself. Because of this operation, Amae had put an innocent life at risk.
I can't allow this to happen. The plan needs to change.
"This is the might of Temecula and I want you to understand that before you serve me." King Hurley kicked the slave and then casually sat back in his throne, dragging the collapsed girl along like a house pet. "Now why don't you start by washing my feet, Eama? They've been dirtied by this filth."
This is a test.
One of the guards brought a bowl of water and placed in front of King Hurley. Silent pressure filled the air slowly as all eyes pressed onto Amae, waiting for her response.
The thought of washing this bastard's feet and then serving him for weeks to come, Amae knew she could not perform such duty. It was too much for her. Simply too much.
It's time for plan B and improvise.
"I refuse."
"Speak up." The man who stood near King Hurley finally spoke. It was as if he was analyzing the entire situation. "If you are to express your disservice, then declare it out loud."
"Very well, I refuse!"
"Oi oi, little maid. Do you have a screw loose in your brain? Just because you look pretty, doesn't mean you'll receive special treatment from King Hurley."
The guard who led the girl out earlier snapped sharply, stepping forward and palming his hands into a fist.
Amae remained silent.
"Looks like the new maid does need some disciplining..." King Hurley cried out as the Unpolites nodded and snickered amongst themselves, "And I will make sure Eama understand that who is the boss tonight in my chamber."
King Hurley waved his right hand in the air and barked a command.
"Guard A, seize Eama and strip her clothing."
"Yes, your highness-!"
"Unforgivable..."
Amae muttered under her breath. Her anger had exceeded the bearable amount and was starting to leak out.
The guard smirked in a lewd manner as his hands wiggled.
These people don't deserve to live.
He stood in front of Amae and reached out to her shoulder, grinning like a madman. Those fingers seemed to be moving eagerly.
No... These aren't people...
They are scums and need to be eradicated from this world.
Before the guard could even touch her, Amae chanted a spell under her breath.
And then — the appendage tumbled to the ground.
"Could you not touch me with your filthy hand?"
The dumbfounded guard looked at his now handless arm in complete surprise, and after a moment's delay, he wailed out:
"Ahhhhhhhh! My, my haaaaaaaand—!"
Annoyed with his screaming, Amae summoned a mighty gust of wind, which slashed endlessly at the guard. Instantly, he flew vertically across the air and then crashed into a marble pillar with a loud THUD.
King Hurley turned towards his advisor and nodded.
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"Is everything going according to plan?" King Hurley nodded at his trusted right-hand man, Zenpy.
"Yes, your highness."
He was glad that he had heeded his advisor's cautionary plan. Otherwise, he would not have witnessed the sheer strength that Eama possessed. Even now, he found it unbelievable that a small girl was able to summon a spell of this level.
He knew something was suspicious. His gut had warned him. It was that sixth sense feeling that he had always relied on, saving him from the brink of death many times in the past.
"What do you mean according to plan?" The maid —Eama—asked, raising her brow. Her navy-blue eyes pulsated with rage ever since he brought out the slave. Despite her facial expression, the anger seemed to accentuate her beauty, making King Hurley even more excited.
"You are too naive to be an assassin. To think someone your age is trying to kill me, how utterly despicable. Now tell me, who sent you?"
"When did you find out about my identity? I know bringing the girl out was part of the test."
The maid ignored his question and realized his intention. It seemed like she was not as impulsive as she seemed.
Now it was a battle of information-gathering.
"Does it matter?"
King Hurley purposely avoided the question because he did not realize her true identity until minutes ago. He had played his cards right so far.
"It doesn't. I have no plans to negotiate with you."
"Cheh! Negotiate?" A few of the Unpolites laughed at the current situation while King Hurley shook his head. "You aren't exactly in the position to negotiate. Don't worry darling, I'll simply force the information out of you."
King Hurley thought how much of a waste for a lovely maiden to be ruined. Perhaps after the battle, he will have the Unpolites restrain her with「Magical Cancelation Cuffs」like he did with the slave girl. Maybe even drag her along with a leash as an act of shame.
And then he will some have wild fun with the young maid and have her become his personal mistress. Conquer her as he did with others.
The corner of King Hurley's mouth twisted up in a lewd smile that bared his inner sexual desires.
"I'm not exactly an idiot, Eama. I used to be an adventurer myself, peaking at 'Platinum-tier' before I joined the Dark Triad. With their help, I created Temecula. This is my personal paradise."
Eama's eyes lit up at the sound of Dark Triad. It was only to be expected. He rarely shared his personal history with the infamous underground organization unless he knew it was over.
It was a masterful way to strike consternation deep into the hearts of his enemy — how a superior king like himself possessed divine insight and his enemy had to live with the fact knowing that they had been outsmarted. And that he had the backing of Dark Triad.
King Hurley began to laugh.
The crude laughter rang through the hall like the sound of victory. There was zero chance that Eama could win, even if she may possess some sort of super strength.
Against a group of elite magicians with decades of battle experience? There was no way a teenager could ever hope to win. Although the spell earlier was quite impressive, power meant nothing against numbers.
Not only that, Zenpy has the ability to nullify any magic spells below the 6th tier. With his trusty advisor standing beside him, he had no need to fear at the various possibilities that exist. Because technically speaking, he was invincible.
King Hurley raised his hand at Eama and announced in a confident voice, striking fear into the depth of her heart.
"Give in to your despair."
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Twelve strong men stepped forward from their position, forming a semicircle around the beautiful maid called Eama.
None of them were outfitted the same way. All of their equipment seemed to be customized and tailored to their own strengths and magical abilities. It was clear that they had hand-picked their weapons. The only thing matching were the capes they wore, proudly displaying the symbol of Temecula.
The casual way in which they were discussing how to deal with their victim sounded like they already had their prey in the bag.
Despite that, the maid stood firm. Behind her circular glasses, her expression indicated that she was absolutely confident in her power to win.
Absolutely preposterous, Zenpy thought to himself, watching the event quietly. Has she resigned to her fate... or does she have a triumph card?
Logically speaking, there was no way for her to win. It was an obvious twelve against one. Not to mention, the Unpolites were one of the most feared and powerful mercenary group in the world. From the Adventurer's Guild perspective, they would be placed around the Diamond-tier.
The gathered elite magicians laughed coarsely and looked at the young maiden with lustful eyes, leering at her breasts that seemed to be developing. It was clear from their expressions that they were quite delighted in what was in front of them.
Nothing made his subordinates happier when they see the crumbling hopelessness expression on their opponent's face. Zenpy could sense the carnal desires inside his men, waiting to be released.
If they were lucky, King Hurley would finish fast and get bored with Eama. That way, they could all take turns and have their way with her. That was the rule of Temecula — the weak will obey the strongest.
At this moment, all they needed to do was wait for the signal from their boss and then they would devour the helpless maid, like hungry wolves tearing apart a lone sheep.
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