Chapter 152 - We Are Your Legion.
Two Days Later...
Horst Manor...
A maid walked towards Ford's study to inquire if there was anything the Horst lord required. For the last two days, the lord of Horst Manor seemed incredibly preoccupied with his thoughts and hardly had the presence of mind for a meal.
Even the lady, Emily had been sighing occasionally in boredom throughout the first day as she missed her daughter that had not returned. Eventually, she went into her room to cultivate and had not exited since.
Everyone could tell that Ford could not occupy himself with cultivation as there were quite a few things that require his attention and the lack of the solace rendering activity was causing him to get crankier by the hour.
As this maid walked closer to the Study door, she was fearful that she not be the one on who he would vent his frustrations.
During this kind of mood, Ford was known to say some pretty hurtful things and sometimes his yells worked just well.
The Maid was about to pull open the door when her colleague with slightly grey eyes arrived and her eyes widened when she saw Maid no.1 attempting to pull the door.
Maid no.2 quickly reached out and grabbed the other maid's hand.
"What do you think you're doing?' Maid no.2 asked Maid no.1 in a quiet whisper.
Maid no.1 looked confused,
"I was going to open the door and ask the Lord what he wanted for the afternoon" she said with confused eyes. What she was doing should have been obvious.
"The Lord is in a mood. If you go in, you might not come out with your head" Maid no.2 said in an urgent whisper.
Maid no.1's hands flew to the sides of her head,
"Really?" She asked with fear. Was the lord really that upset?
Also, why did this maid seem familiar?
Why was her skin so well cared for?
She was a maid, it shouldn't have been so.
This Maid's body exuded sexual charm which was something Maid no.1 had not seen a maid have since she had been working at Horst Manor.
Then again, she was quite new, had only been working here for a few weeks and was not very adjusted to the ways of the Manor.
Even then, if it had not been for the Maid outfit, she would have thought this Grey-eyed Maid was the Lady of the Manor or something.
"I'd leave if I were you" said the Sexy maid.
Maid no.1 nodded and took her advice to flee from the study door.
Emily watched her leave and chuckled to herself. Out of boredom, she had decided to walk around the Manor in a Maid's outfit. That was the only thing she changed about her appearance but yet none of the Maids she had met so far had recognized her.
Even when they had met her before.
It was amazing how a drastic and unexpected change in attire could alter how people saw someone.
Emily walked up to the door and rapped it sharply.
"Having fun moping around? You do know she's quite capable of taking care of herself right?" She said and walked away to continue testing her anonymity.
Inside the Study,
Ford sighed as he heard Emily's words. Just two days ago, he and the other Great family heads had bid on the hundreds of pills in the Alchemist's case.
At the time, when it had been said that Hal was busy and could not receive the Alchemist's message, he had thought, 'That's good. Amelia must be heading home now' but to his dismay when he returned home and had the Gold he had spent sent to the Alchemist in exchange for the pills, Amelia was still at the pervert's home.
And then, he imagined the worst which was that his daughter was getting pounded. The image in his head had sickened him and it was only made worse when Emily confirmed it with her not-so-subtle innuendos.
Two days...
She had been there for two days.
What the fuck was up with that? He asked himself when...
*BOOOOMMMM!!*
... The sound had come from not that far away and Ford could tell where it had sounded from.
It was from...
A shout interrupted his thoughts and confirmed his guess...
"Arrrgggghhhhhh. HAL PAYNE, YOU BASTARD!"
...It was from the Pervert's mansion.
...
30 minutes earlier...
Hal was in the Time warped chamber alone, attempting to complete the formation of his Cosmic Armament.
The ladies had left the chamber the moment they could walk after the Marathon Orgy. On the outside, it had been two days, but in the chamber, it had been twenty days.
Twenty days in which they and Hal fucked constantly and stored up essence for a breakthrough.
And they had refined theirs already and left to prepare for the coming assault while Hal worked earnestly to form his Armament and finally advance to the Cosmic Armament Realm.
The truth was that he still needed more Essence to guarantee the success of the formation process but he was now out of time and would just have to make do.
His eyes were closed as he prepared himself completely, refined the Essence he had gotten from the ladies and drove it all towards his cultivation.
He could no longer advance his Bloodline until he made an advancement to the next realm and so, in all ways at the moment, his cultivation was most important.
...
Meanwhile...
In the Fidwud Family home and the homes of other main Plebeian families, they were already amassing their forces to proceed and condemn the culprit.
The way they prepared and the intensity in their actions, had they not being justified or had they been wrong, it would have all resembled a witch hunt.
Those that saw them begin to gather forces and had no idea what was happening wondered if the war was finally about to begin.
As the forces moved ahead and the heads stayed a few steps behind on comfortable palanquins, San felt good. He felt accomplished.
Today was going to be a good day. He thought.
The other heads that noticed his smile wondered what was making him happy even though they could already infer that it was his confidence in victory.
They on the other hand were not completely convinced of that victory.
Quite a few of them felt that as simple as it should have been, any plan in which San planned never went without a hitch and against a teenager if they were to suffer massive losses,
Where would they put their face?
That said, the likes of Bale and Tod smiled in their mind. At least if this plan failed, they would have an avenue to finally overturn that leadership that San (much to their chagrin) held.
Baret and Ian were however preparing themselves to sense the trap the enemy might put in place.
This was merely a precaution of course. The only way Hal could prepare a trap was if he knew what was about to happen beforehand and he did not.
They could not help but feel complacent.
Those who watched them move soon realized their destination and there was a surprise all around.
What could the inhabitants of that Mansion, who practically had nothing to do with the Great families, have done to offend the Plebeians and warrant such large-scale invasion?
...
At the Mansion...
Hal exited the Chamber and entered into the lounge. He smiled as he saw the resolution to battle in the eyes of the ladies.
Amelia who, to his knowledge, had never been involved in such a situation before, closed her eyes as though in an attempt to calm herself.
Melinda moved towards him the moment she saw him and grabbed his arm.
"Are you not going to call for Swanson?" She asked.
She had simply assumed that when it was the day of the assault, Hal would then send for him to be informed but up until that moment Hal had not called for his 'Master'.
Hal sighed,
"That would make it obvious that we planned ahead" he said.
"It could be a coincidence." Rita said.
"And by the time we start to attack, we might not be able to keep it a secret that we knew and prepared beforehand" Melinda said.
Hal nodded,
"Even so, I think it's better this way." He wound his arms around both their waists and faces all the ladies fully,
"I have you. I have all of you. That is enough" he said.
The faces of all the ladies spit into a wide grin. That sentence alone had motivated them and improved their morale.
"And we will fight with you and for you" Camilla said.
Melinda smiled and nodded at those words as she turned to Hal and touched the arm around her waist,
"Yes, we will. We are your Legion"
Hal chuckled,
"Alright Legionaries. Let's welcome the visitors"
And with his arm around their waists and Marla and Amelia right at their sides, Hal steered Melinda and Rita out of the lounge and the Mansion to the stairs leading to the courtyard where they saw the Plebeian forces get ever closer to the front gate.
The moment they were in front of the Gate, the guards abandoned their posts as though from fear to dash into the Mansion.
San who saw this, sneered,
"Cowards"
Hal walked closer to the gate until he could see Evian who was mainly the one leading the Men as the Family heads were behind the forces still atop their palanquin.
"What is the meaning of this?" Hal asked in a calm voice as the eyes of some of the men eyed the four beauties with him.
One of them was the Genius of Salmon city, Amelia Horst!
"We are here to..." Evian began but...
"Shut up!" Hal interrupted in a loud voice and Evian looked as though he had been struck dumb.
Hal then said,
"I was talking to your idiotic Heads sitting on the Palanquins. Get the Fuck down and address me. As an equal!"
San's eyes widened and he chuckled,
"Are you serious, you Brat? Do those ladies really give you that much confidence?" He asked.
Hal released Rita and raised his hand,
"I'll give you to the count of five. 1... 2..." With each number he called, he folded a finger but San simply shorted at the display,
"... 3... 4... 5"
The moment the last number was called, a Rank 2 Rune (Slap) appeared and with terrifying speed, it slammed into the side of San's effeminate face. Leaving a five-fingered hand imprint that was bright red.
San had toppled off the palanquin due to the slap and so great was his anger that he unconsciously infused his voice with Cosmic Energy and yelled,
"Arrrgggghhhhhh. HAL PAYNE, YOU BASTARD!"