My Mansion of Gorgeous Maids in Another World-Chapter 39: Crimson Storm

"Looks like the Warden Mansion plopped itself right on human turf," Jett said after he and his maids finished assisting the commoners.

They were now on his private floor. Jett stood at the window, watching steam rise from the bonfire below, where Roberto and the others slept in the fire’s warm embrace. The children and women rested in the maids’ bunk beds. Mia had warned the women—never the children—that approaching her bunk was forbidden and that setting foot on Jett’s floor would be worse than death.

Jett rolled his eyes when she reported her precaution.

"So, first clue why it picked me: it wanted a human. That’s why it parked itself on Blue Empire turf, right in House Stormcloud’s backyard. If I chat up the duke, maybe I pop a side‑quest to wake Eleonora."

He turned to find Mia and Noctlisa sitting on his bed, heads bowed. Learning the current year had shocked them both; Mia’s parents were likely gone, her siblings four generations deep. Dullahan lifespans varied by blood purity, and Noctlisa shared little with the royal line, so her father’s survival was doubtful.

From excitement to disbelief... I can’t blame them, but I have no idea how to help. Eleonora’s father was human—he’s surely long dead. She’s practically an ancestor maid.

"Master Jett, I once believed it premature to seek my family, yet now I fear we arrive too late."

"Aye," Noctlisa muttered.

With nothing useful to say, Jett sat between them and drew them into his arms. He hoped the gesture mattered more than words. Their faces softened.

...

The carriage rolled on.

Because the male commoners couldn’t keep pace on foot, Jett let them ride inside. They squeezed into the kitchen compartment on cushioned benches, shooting jealous looks at the women and children lounging in warm bunk beds and taking turns in the showers. Sometimes being a man just wasn’t fair.

Jett remained on his floor, watching the scenery scroll past. The farther they traveled from the cliff where the Mansion perched, the greater the danger. After roughly four uneventful hours, the carriage lurched and tilted as if it had sunk into a swamp.

He glanced out the window. The packed dirt road had liquefied beneath the wheels, sucking the carriage down. Outside, humanoid lizards rose from the mire and snapped at the horses—but the four Dark‑Ink Steeds rammed them with their heads, hurling the creatures against nearby trees.

"Well done, boys," Jett chuckled.

The steeds then stepped from the muck, using shadow‑jumping to reach solid ground, ears flicking for more threats.

Jett headed downstairs. Roberto met him halfway.

"Great Lord, please be careful!" Roberto cried. "Those beasts have overrun villages and drowned countless people. They turn the earth into swamp, circle their prey, and pull them under!"

The vision of his own village sinking sent a shiver through Roberto. The others flinched and shut their eyes, haunted by the same memory.

"I saw the trick from upstairs," Jett said. "My horses crushed the first wave, but the spell’s still active, so more are coming."

Roberto’s eye twitched. His horses had defeated those monsters?

Mia stepped forward and bowed. "Master Talon, grant me leave to purge the beasts who dared assail your carriage."

Noctlisa mirrored her. "Master, let me hew those bastards’ heads!"

Both women’s hands hovered near the clasps of their long skirts, ready to shed fabric for freedom of movement. Each wanted to vent her turmoil on the enemy.

Jett smirked and shook his head. "You two have fought plenty; I’m the one who needs practice, so relax and let me handle this."

His maids bowed lower. "As you command, Master Talon."

Inside, the villagers scrambled for window seats. The children pressed their cheeks to the glass, eager to witness Jett’s power. Even the women abandoned their beds to watch, leaving the men sighing in envy.

Jett opened the door. Instead of the usual wooden steps, he seemed to tread on air until a white cloud condensed beneath his boot, holding him above the mire.

A lizard lunged, jaws gaping. Jett spun and kicked, his leg crackling with red lightning.

BANG!

The creature’s skull snapped; its body slapped back into the murk and floated like ruined driftwood.

Cerven is my main weapon, but coating myself in red sparks lets me augment my body. Slightly less power, way more options. Perfect.

He glanced over his shoulder. The children gasped, fogging the windows; the women blushed when he rewarded them with a grin. Their cheers warmed him.

Showing off for the ladies is practically part of a Warden’s job description, right?

The lizard‑things finally hesitated, eyeing him from the mire. Smart move—Jett hadn’t expected much brainpower, but this world’s beasts clearly outclassed the dregs Awakened fought back on Earth.

Still got the edge, though.

He flicked his wrist, and white clouds coalesced around the carriage before gliding beneath it. The lizards gnawed at the vapor, but Jett’s craft beat monsters and mud alike. At his will the cloud lifted, hoisting the carriage free while liquefied earth sloughed off the wheels.

He thrust out his hand—the air fizzed with ozone, static lifting villagers’ hair. Red lightning pooled in his palm, bleaching the world crimson. Only his black hair, dark eyes, and white suit kept their hues.

He gripped Cerven for a heartbeat, then dropped the lightning bolt into the cloud. Ink‑black spread through the vapor, thunder roaring like some mythic beast and sending the kids squealing into the women’s arms.

"Crimson Storm."

Scarlet bolts speared downward, punching through the swamp to bedrock and shredding everything in their path. Thunder hammered with each strike.

Steam hissed from the ruptured mire, and mangled bodies bobbed to the surface. When the storm eased, Jett drifted the clouds clear of the half‑buried corpses.

Ugh—burned way too much mana. The girls were right; big crowds are only safe if I nuke them all at once.

A rustle in the brush snapped his head around. A woman with fairy wings stepped into view.

A fairy on a human continent?