My Servant System

Chapter 1112: Chapter 1111: Pride Of A Smith



Anput PoV

Leaning over the wall, I stared down into the alleyway and wondered how I hadn't been heard yet, my movements barely concealed as I unsheathed a dagger and stared at the various cultists lingering around in this darkened part of the city.

My answer likely lay in the clouds of smoke that billowed from the lips of a few of the cultists as they took long hits from some hookahs, the scent of whatever drug they were getting high on filling the air and limiting both their sight and the rest of their senses as they giggled and chatted like idiots.

The city wasn't even under their control and they were acting like miscreants instead of cultists, though considering how we had come to know about them I wasn't too surprised by what I was seeing; they were slowly populating the city as they planned a heist, and with how large this trade city was...

Well, that was why despite knowing there was a heist going on not terribly far away from me, I couldn't hear anything at all that would suggest any sort of trouble; the tight streets and bustling markets inside of Tijara provided the perfect cover for anyone.

Especially people acting like they were just some low class criminals instead of members of an extremely dangerous and sinister organization that was focused on tearing the peace and stability of this country to the ground to start anew, in their image instead of the current one my Mom had painstakingly crafted herself.

So as I watched a few men and women take another long rip of their hookahs, I climbed onto the balcony and looked them over before stepping off, falling down onto the shoulders of a smaller framed man and stabbing my blade into the top of his skull, killing him instantly.

It took them a second or two to comprehend what had just happened, and thanks to the thick smoke clouding the area they could barely even understand that someone had died and not just fallen over, giving me even more time to dart forwards and slash my dagger across a woman's throat next.

With two dead within a second of one another, I made my way to the third and fourth as I targeted the larger, bulkier woman resting against a wall, her head stuck in the clouds as she basked in the high she had given herself whilst holding a thin man against her side.

The dagger in my hand sunk between her breasts as I pierced her heart, and before her boy toy could react I slammed my hand against his throat after coating it in Metal Mana, breaking his neck and allowing him to die alongside his lover.

As the woman slid down the wall - leaving behind a trail of blood that darkened the grimy sandstone bricks even more - I yanked my dagger free and spun around, only to smile wryly as the woman behind me dropped to her knees as her head burst like a melon.

Standing at the other end of the alleyway was Leone, and the Vampire was flourishing the third of my very expensive, high quality and extremely powerful set of gear I had made for us; a long wand of crystalline blue material sparked with blue flame as she flicked her wrist and sent another swift bolt of blistering death flying towards another cultist, joining me in this bloodbath.

Seeing how her mana coursed over the material smoothly and slowly became more amplified by the time it reached the tip of the wand was probably one of the most thrilling things I had ever seen, just beneath the first time I had seen this Princess pull off her top and reveal those mountains that I loved to explore thoroughly...

It was the sign of my craftsmanship being well done since Leone's magic was already quite potent to begin with, something the Vampire had every right to pride herself of since it was something she had honed and tempered painstakingly on her own since birth, even going as far as to tattoo herself with a high risk enchantment that took her magic to another level. This was part of the reason I had been so happy when I had heard Jahi's answer way back when on who she wanted to take as a wife; even as someone who had been pining after that perfect Demoness and wanted nothing more than to conceive her children, I had found myself infatuated with the Vampire as well, for a myriad of reasons.

No matter how much I might joke or how determined and certain they were that the reason I was attracted to Leone was because of her body, what really made me love her was that fascinatingly brilliant mind of hers alongside that unbending determination to improve. Either way, seeing that wand in action was absolutely stroking my ego in the best of ways right now, so as I turned and flicked the dagger towards my fifth kill I decided I should stroke it even more as I decided to partake in my own weapon that I had made.

Letting the dagger flip through the air before sinking into the throat of one of the more aware cultists, I reached for the sheathed blade on my back and retrieved the final piece of my collection of Fiendish marvels; nearly four feet of solid, strengthened alloy that was two inches wide and sharpened to a perfect edge.

I had taken some of a Shamshir, some of a more traditional Scimitar, and some of an Odachi in this design; a long, thin blade that was light despite its size, but compact and extremely strong despite the weight, and the longer hilt was balanced enough that I could reasonably wield it with either one or two hands depending on my mood.

Single edged and curved, my blade was capable of slashing and cutting... well, I wasn't too sure yet, but I knew for certain that it could slice through flesh far easier than anything else I had made, and that was all I needed for now as I darted down the alleyway, unhindered by the unideal battlefield I was in.

Despite the blade being damn near as wide as the alleyway itself, I was more than capable of utilizing wide, vertical arcs that sliced through the thin leather armor and chainmail of the cultists like paper, resulting in a myriad of severed limbs and body parts littering the ground as I started walking towards the other end of the alley.

The shouts and curses hurtling towards me mattered not as I focused instead on the performance of my blade, my eyes more glued to the edge then the blood of my 'enemies' as I searched it for nicks, rolls or chips as I sliced up and down, controlling my weapon perfectly. Behind me the cultists were being set ablaze or finding out just how damaging an explosion within the body could be, whilst the cultists in front of me were discovering that the Fiends they now served made pinnacle weaponry that would make me even happier to remain in my home country for a little longer if it meant finding some more to kill.

My only gripe was that - to no one's surprise at all - killing a bunch of drugged up thugs wasn't that challenging, and whilst it did perform a decent test for me to begin setting a baseline for the performance, it wasn't what I wanted from this, though... what could you do? The Fingers were only here to acquire more funds, and the real members were likely far away already since we hadn't hidden our intentions here; I was looking forwards to seeing if my parent's had made the right call on that front, since the hope - and the likely result - was the Death Jackals we had tailing those higher ranked members would find the next group for us to 'bring to justice', so...

We were just dealing with some low level thugs who weren't that talented or skilled, and the real reason we were here instead of waiting back at the palace for the results was a simple one; Mother had gotten pissed at us taking another day 'off' as I got all of our gear made up, Leone brewed some potions, Kat enchanted said gear, and Jahi... well, she was Jahi.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

I think the guards and soldiers all enjoyed sparring against her, but I wasn't certain since I had spent maybe an hour or two outside of my forge, save for the hour that was spent eating; I had been far too preoccupied to care until Mother burst in and threw me out.

Thankfully Mom had held her back until I was done, otherwise I would have had a better person to test these out on...

Cleaving the final cultist in two, I stomped the ground and closed the alleyway off as I noticed some people had been drawn towards the noise, and when I turned I found Leone staring at one of the cultists as they pleaded with her, only to scream as she pointed her wand at their

skull.

Seeing the usually peace loving Vampire turn that man's head inside out was... different, but I also found it quite hot since she just brushed past them as she walked down towards me like nothing had happened, her crimson eyes filling up with curiosity as she ignored the bodies and instead asked "These are really good, aren't they?", waving the wand at me before

pointing it at my blood soaked blade.

"Damn straight~!"

Grinning back at her, I flicked the blood off of my hybrid two handed weapon and rested it on

my shoulder as I grabbed her waist, my lips curling even more as she blushed as I asked "So how about we leave this drab alley and go play with our 'swords' together instead~?"