My Mansion of Gorgeous Maids in Another World-Chapter 34: Onto The Battle

Jett and his maids wondered how the mansion would transform into a carriage. More importantly, what would it bring along? The gardens, the stables, the land surrounding the estate—all of it was in question.

As soon as Jett’s four companions passed through the gate and lined up behind him, he willed the mansion to become a carriage. For a few heartbeats nothing happened, then the silver fence dissolved into glittering motes and vanished. Every structure that belonged to the estate followed suit, as though he were rolling the entire property into a single carpet. freēwēbnovel.com

"This is bizarre," Jett muttered, earning nods from his maids and companions.

Even Mia, his three‑hundred‑year‑old elven head maid, had never witnessed such magic. The spell guaranteed that the winding cellars and every treasure stored beneath the mansion traveled with him. Had anything been left behind, his conscience would have nagged him, but the problem solved itself before worry could set in.

Soon only the main house remained. It shuddered in the distance, then shrank in a blink, vanishing from sight.

"We hiked all this way just to leave our carriage on the cliff?" Jett groaned.

Mia offered a gentle smile. "It appears so, Master Jett."

"We should’ve just rode your horses, Master," Noctlisa grunted.

The four Dark Ink Steeds whinnied.

Hearing her comment—and the disgruntled snorts of his steeds—Jett’s cheeks flushed. That practice walk out of the mansion really bit me.

He glanced at Mia; she gave him a sugary smile, clearly amused by his embarrassment. The sight warmed him and stoked his pride.

He turned to Noctlisa and caught the faintest curve of her mouth. Because she rarely showed emotion, that subtle grin spoke volumes. Even the horses whinnied louder.

Jett might have been the youngest of the group, but that didn’t bother him. He pressed down his rising stubbornness and kept his composure.

"Fine, we’ll learn our lesson," he grumbled, beckoning one of the horses. I’ll remember those smiles, Mia, Noctlisa.

Jett swung into the saddle and urged the stallion back up the cliff toward the mansion. Mia and Noctlisa followed, leaving one horse cantering alone, its empty back somehow colder in the afternoon light.

It was petty revenge for the beast’s earlier complaint—the Master’s cold shoulder.

At last they reached the spot where the mansion had condensed into a single carriage.

"Feels like we’re hauling a modern rig," he whispered.

Most merchants traveled with small carriages and a string of wagons, each sized to their purse. Jett’s, however, resembled a luxury rig that only the wealthiest millionaires could afford. Its sleek lines looked less like a medieval coach and more like a modern van.

He approached the lone side door and willed it open. The panel folded outward, and a wooden stairway unfolded, letting him stride aboard. The polished floorboards didn’t creak beneath him.

He straightened to full height, a grin tugging at his lips as he took in an interior every bit as lavish as the mansion itself.

To his left sat a compact kitchen, sun‑soaked through wide windows, complete with sink, shelves, cushioned seats, and a table.

Directly ahead stood three private cabins, each with its own shower and toilet.

To his right, a row of bunk beds stretched forward, each with its own shelf.

A staircase rose to the upper deck—his personal suite—where a spacious bedroom, bath, and wardrobe awaited. Panoramic windows up there granted him the best view, yet remained one‑way to keep him unseen.

"Guess that means the Summoning Chamber, storage, and the rest are locked until I drop carriage mode," Jett mused.

[You can keep the carriage mode indefinitely.]

[Perching the Warden Mansion on Fayralia’s soil unlocks all functions but triggers a 7‑day carriage‑mode cooldown.]

While Jett explored the upper deck and skimmed the notifications, Mia and Noctlisa stepped inside. Both were pleasantly surprised by the opulent interior and thrilled to travel in such style.

Mia gasped and hurried to the bunk bed closest to the stairs that led to Jett’s suite.

She laid a graceful hand on its frame. "As head maid, I claim this bunk for myself."

"Aye, I’ll grab the bunk opposite," Noctlisa grunted.

Their choices would stand forever, and the beds by the stairs guaranteed they’d be the first to answer Jett’s call.

Mia tilted her head toward the stair. "Master Jett, may we join you upstairs?"

"Yeah," Jett called back.

Mia skipped up the stairs, quickly coming to Jett’s side. Noctlisa lumbered after her, equally eager but less graceful. Neither hid their awe at the roomy, well‑furnished floor.

"Each day you shall behold new vistas of Fayralia, Master Jett," Mia said, eyes shining at the panoramic windows that bared the world to him while hiding him from it.

Noctlisa looked around. "Plenty of space to stretch and spar."

Her remark drew matching raised brows from Jett and Mia.

She says stretch and spar, but all I can think about is sex. Judging by Mia’s blush, she’s thinking the same thing.

Mia’s cheeks flushed crimson, exposing her shared desire while Noctlisa remained oblivious.

Jett swept his gaze across the suite. This bedroom spans the entire floor—bath, wardrobes, everything. We could refine mana in here forever.

For Jett, "mana refinement" meant only one thing.

"I want both of you. Right now," Jett said, his voice rough with hunger.

Every fantasy of taking them together slammed into me.

He’d always planned to share his bed with both maids at once, but the perfect moment had never presented itself. Now, without warning, it had arrived, and he intended to christen this expedition by pleasuring them together with everything he had.

Noctlisa blinked, clearly blindsided by his sudden demand for a threesome, but Mia merely dipped her head and released the hidden clasp at her hip, letting a panel of her long skirt fall free.

The quick‑release fastenings, originally added so warrior‑maids like Noctlisa could fight in formal attire, had become a signature flourish among Jett’s servants—a poised gesture before any engagement, be it blade or bed.

Today, it served its purpose perfectly. Mia stepped onto the battlefield of the sheets, determined to outshine Noctlisa.