My Mansion of Gorgeous Maids in Another World-Chapter 27: Taking care of his maids

Jett walked toward his maids’ rooms, stealing glances at them. Despite their wounds and the blood pooling on the white clouds, their health didn’t suffer. The clouds worked better than any anesthesia, muffling every bit of pain.

My mana usage drops inside the mansion. These white clouds sap way more mana than Shadow Clouds. Well, Shadow Clouds are only a sub-skill, but maybe I’m stronger inside the Warden Mansion?

That idea made sense, given the Warden’s status. Jett didn’t want to invite enemies into his home to test it, but he’d love to spar with Mia and Noctlisa in the training room. He’d already seen their skills, and he needed to practice teamwork with them. One look at their pale, bleeding forms made him forget about fighting; he just wanted to tend to their wounds.

"Ride’s over," Jett said as he reached Mia’s door. A nameplate on the wooden frame displayed her name and title in proud lettering.

"Thank you kindly, Master Jett," Mia said, lifting her torso. He opened the door and guided her inside on the white cloud. "Please allow me an hour, Master Jett. I shall return and be at your service!"

She bowed her head and closed the door.

Not wanting to worry her further, Jett took Noctlisa for a short ride to her room, which sat a fair distance away. Soon, he spotted the blackened wood door with her name carved into it.

He opened the door and slid Noctlisa inside on his cloud. "Do you have all your meds?" he asked.

Noctlisa nodded.

"I’ll be back soon," he added. ƒгeewebnovёl.com

"Will you?" she asked, her eyes widening.

"Yeah, why so surprised?" he smiled.

"Master, reckon you liked my battle stance?" Noctlisa suddenly asked.

"Hell yeah, that was badass, no lie," Jett smirked. "Your usual expressionless glare gave it an edge. I loved how you launched into the fight."

"Grateful," Noctlisa replied, bowing and stepping back into the room.

After he closed the door, she leaned against it and narrowed her eyes in pain. Her cheeks reddened, though, as if she enjoyed it. In reality, her blush had nothing to do with her wounds.

...

Sitting cross-legged on a white puffy cloud, Jett drifted into the kitchen. As much as he hated to admit it, this was his first time here. The room spanned as much space as any other in the mansion, and sturdy wooden tables and racks filled the space. Various utensils hung from hooks on the stone walls, and some items resembled modern conveniences.

Is that a dishwasher?

Jett knelt and peered into the machine-like contraption.

Not here to wash, though. I should cook something for them.

He remembered how fiercely his maids had fought—how much stamina and blood they’d sacrificed—and knew they needed nourishment. Good food would aid their regeneration. He searched the shelves for the fridge but found a huge cold storage instead. As he opened it, his breath turned to steam, and his eyes scanned the contents. He spotted eggs larger than the chicken eggs from his world, pepper, and other omelet ingredients. He slid out of the cold storage, trembling.

Does Mia wear warm clothes into the storage, or does her maid uniform have cold resistance?

With those thoughts in mind, Jett lit a fire and began making one of the few meals he could cook. Kitchens in this world lacked modern conveniences, but he managed a fine omelet. He plated two servings on his white cloud and headed back to Mia’s room. He knocked lightly.

"M-Master Jett, I am not yet prepared!" Mia said, her voice trembling.

"You don’t want me in?" Jett asked.

She clicked the door open without hesitation. Jett chuckled and stepped inside, finding Mia in her skirt, her top bare with wet towels draped over a bowl. The water had a lime tint, and droplets trickled down Mia’s closed wound. The scar remained, but it already showed signs of healing.

"Quite a handy method," he said, placing the plate with the omelet on the small table.

The smell reached her nose, and Mia turned sharply, eyes wide. "Master Jett, you need not have prepared a meal for me! It is my duty—no, our shared duty!"

"You know I love you?" Jett asked.

His words made Mia jump onto the bed, her voice catching. She stared at him, eyes shining, cheeks flushed deeper.

"At times like these, just let me take care of you," he said. "I’ll check on Noctlisa before coming back to wipe that scar off."

Mia nodded, unusually silent.

Jett moved on to Noctlisa’s room. He entered easily and saw her applying the same lime-colored medicine to patch her wounds. Since her injuries reached her calves, she sat naked on the bed, slowly wiping herself. When the liquid slipped into her open wound, she narrowed her eyes—and moaned. She kept moaning as Jett stood in the doorway, a plate of omelet balanced in his hand.

"Well, you’re definitely one of a kind," he said.

"Master, did you really whip up this grub?" Noctlisa asked, eyes wide.

"Yeah."

"...So even my Master can forge a meal?" she whispered.

"You don’t? As long as you can make simple dishes, you’ll be fine," Jett said, chuckling.

Noctlisa nodded and thanked him. She didn’t question his cooking but marveled that he didn’t rely solely on his maids. She confessed she’d kept that secret from Mia, but now that it was out, she expected a scolding and decided to learn some basics.

"I don’t think she’ll scold you," Jett said.

"She’s true to her calling as a maid, Master," Noctlisa replied.

"Uh, yeah, true," Jett rolled his eyes.

Soon, he returned to Mia’s room. She’d been waiting and smiled brightly when she saw him. Jett returned her smile and sat beside her, gently wiping the scar on her back with a damp cloth. Mia hummed softly at his care.

"You look much better now that you’re not so dangerously pale," Jett said.

"Mmm!"

Caring for Noctlisa proved different. She trembled on her bed, shivering whenever Jett wiped her open wounds with a wet towel. She clawed at the sheets and whimpered loudly.

"Ah... nnn... thank ye... thank ye so damned much... Master!" she moaned.

"...I swear, if you ever moan like that in a fight, I’ll..."

"Nay, Master! I’d be laughin’ my head off instead!"

"Oh, I see," Jett replied. Did I just catch a glimpse at the origin of her berserker side?