Cosmic Ruler - Chapter 283

Chapter 283: Magic maid : Type Light II

Aiden looked at the women and then addressed the Maid telepathically. ‘Tell them they are free now and they can go or I’ll offer them protection—but they must serve me.’

The Maid nodded slightly, her expression calm. She gently rose to her feet, Aiden still in her arms, and turned to face the kneeling women.

“You are free,” she said, her voice soothing yet commanding. “The bandits who enslaved you are gone. You all can go back or be under me and my master but you must pledge loyalty to my master and my master and I will provide protection to you all”

The women exchanged nervous glances, their eyes filled with both hope and uncertainty. Slowly, one of them stood up, trembling but resolute. “We will… serve him,” she said softly. “Anything is better than what the bandits did to us.”

“We don’t have any place else to go even, our village was massacred when we were kidnapped”

Others began to follow, nodding their heads in agreement. The idea of being protected, even if it meant serving a new master, seemed like salvation compared to their previous lives.

Aiden’s gaze swept over the group of women. Despite their current battered appearances, it was impossible to ignore that they were all strikingly beautiful. The hardships they had endured had not dulled their inherent grace. What intrigued him more, however, was their strength—or rather, the lack of it. Among the 96 women, only 23 were at the peak of Rank 1, while the rest ranged between Rank 0 and Rank 1.

‘Their potential is low… but that doesn’t mean they’re useless,’ Aiden thought to himself, analyzing their power levels. ‘With the right resources and training, even weak individuals can become formidable. I can mold them, shape them into a force that will serve me well.’

He considered the possibility of using his abilities to strengthen them. With access to the right cultivation methods and techniques, he could elevate their power. And while they weren’t currently strong, their loyalty and devotion could make up for their lack of raw talent.

Nexus’s voice echoed in his mind. [They may not seem like much now, but in time, they can grow. You can use your resources to push them to higher ranks. They’ll serve as loyal subordinates if you invest in them.]

Aiden nodded subtly, contemplating his options. ‘I could turn them into an elite guard or spies… or even use them for intelligence gathering. I need people who can move unnoticed, and these women, with their broken pasts, will be overlooked by most. They’ll become my eyes and ears.’

His mind worked rapidly, planning out their roles and training regimens. With a little care and attention, they could be powerful assets. Not only that, but their devotion to him, born out of the freedom he offered them, would ensure their loyalty.

Aiden nodded thoughtfully. “Yes, not to mention my own Paradoxical Perfection… I can use it to make them perfect, though I don’t even know what that means or what effects it might have on them.” He pondered for a moment, unsure of the ability’s full potential.

[The most likely outcome would be an increase in their quality, fixing any broken damage or wounds, and possibly making their potential skyrocket,] Nexus explained.

Aiden nodded again in agreement before addressing the Maid. “Tell them—wait, what’s your name?” He paused, realizing he hadn’t even asked her name yet.

“My name is Roselia,” the Maid responded with a soft smile.

Aiden acknowledged her with a nod before continuing. “Roselia, tell these women to clean up this place. Remove all the vulgarity, the cages, and everything else that’s wrong with it. Fix the camp and place me somewhere safe. My body suddenly feels very heavy… I feel like sleeping,” he muttered, his eyes growing heavier.

[Your body is synchronizing with your soul. That’s why you need sleep to fully integrate,] Nexus explained as Aiden’s eyes slowly closed, and before he even realized it, he drifted into sleep.

Roselia gazed at Aiden, now peacefully asleep, a tender smile appearing on her face. She gently laid him down, her expression soft with care. With a wave of her hand, a gentle light began to envelop the area, and soon, a proper bed was formed in the middle of the camp, dug into the ground as a resting place for her master. The air around the camp started to change, as if the very atmosphere was responding to Roselia’s will. The vulgarity and filth of the bandits’ lair began to fade, replaced with a sense of purity and peace under her command.

Roselia gazed at her master, a mixture of admiration and concern on her face. She gently lowered him onto a makeshift bed of light, ensuring his comfort. Her expression softened even more as she looked at him, the once emotionless maid now filled with a sense of purpose and warmth. With a graceful gesture, she summoned a light barrier around him, ensuring he would remain undisturbed while he slept.

Turning her attention back to the camp, Roselia’s demeanor shifted once more to one of efficiency. She raised her hand, and in response, light began to flow throughout the area. The cages and vulgar remnants of the bandits’ cruelty dissolved in the golden radiance. The place that had been a scene of horror and suffering now started to transform under her power.

She addressed the women, who were still kneeling in awe of her presence, “Help me cleanse this place. We will make it worthy of Master Aiden’s command.”

The women hesitated, unsure of what to do, but Roselia’s calm authority was enough to guide them. Slowly, they rose to their feet, moving about to assist in restoring order. Under her direction, they began to clean the village, removing the chains, broken structures, and remnants of the bandits’ influence.

With every passing moment, the camp seemed to change. The ground beneath their feet became smoother, the broken buildings and crude fences were reformed by Roselia’s magic, and a peaceful aura began to spread throughout the area.

Roselia, with her wings softly glowing, worked diligently alongside the women. Her expression was serene, but her focus remained sharp. Soon, the camp no longer resembled a den of cruelty, but a sanctuary. In the center, a large, beautiful pavilion was formed around the spot where Aiden slept, a small pin dug into the earth to mark the center of the camp.

As the last remnants of the bandits’ influence vanished, Roselia paused, glancing back at Aiden with a soft smile. She could feel the subtle connection between them, deepening as he slept. Her duty was clear, and she would ensure that when he awoke, everything would be ready for him to take full control.

“We will be ready, Master,” she whispered softly, before turning to continue her work.

As Roselia continued to direct the women, she noticed that some among them possessed unique skills, remnants of their previous lives before they were enslaved. A few had been artisans, builders, and even herbalists. Though they had been brutalized by the bandits, their talents had not been forgotten.

Roselia approached one woman who had taken the lead in organizing the remaining supplies. She had a sharp, calculating look in her eyes, and despite her worn appearance, there was a distinct air of precision in the way she moved. Her hands were calloused, not from the harsh life under the bandits, but from years of craft and construction.

“You,” Roselia said softly, “you know how to build?”

The woman nodded hesitantly. “I was an village artisan… before all of this.”

“Good. Then help me,” Roselia said with a smile that was both commanding and kind. “We shall transform this place into something worthy of Master Aiden.”

The woman, bolstered by the sudden empowerment, quickly gathered others who shared similar talents. Soon, a small group of women with different trades and skills had formed under her guidance. Together, they began to work with the raw materials scattered around the camp and what remained of the bandits’ crude structures.

Over the course of hours, the once dilapidated and grim bandit village began to take on a new life. Stone and wood were repurposed, reshaped by the hands of the women with Roselia’s magic as a guiding force. The crude shacks were replaced with finely crafted houses. Pathways made from smooth stones emerged, and the entire village began to exude an aura of peacefulness and quiet strength.

In the heart of the village, where Aiden lay asleep, Roselia and the women worked on creating a grand mansion—a central structure that would serve as his residence and headquarters. The mansion was built from the strongest materials available, stone polished to a bright gleam, with wooden beams and intricate designs carved into its structure. Large, arched windows allowed the light of the sky to pour into every room. Its roof was adorned with intricate designs, and the walls were reinforced with defensive barriers powered by Roselia’s magic.