My Servant System

Kat PoV

The Trials that we were completing were becoming easier and easier the longer we were here, with the amount of actual challenging Trials becoming sparser as we weeded them out as quickly as we possibly could.

And by challenging I don’t even just mean the intensity or the difficulty of the enemies that we faced - though that was by far the most common metric used to make the Trial harder to complete - but instead those that focused on doing something besides just killing as many enemies as we were able to.

Some were completed for the sole reason of wanting that one particular resource or item that they rewarded, and others were done entirely because someone wanted to blow off some steam by decimating a population of monsters created and or trapped for that specific purpose.

The amount of Trials that I myself was delving into was lessening as I instead had the Demon Wolf and young Demoness plunge into them in my stead, leaving me to lounge around the campsite as I planned our next move carefully.

What we would need, how to efficiently store all of our new amazing gains, the sort of preparations we should go through for the random events that seem to occur during the expedition through the Labyrinthian...

All of that needed mental energy which I had in abundance, while the amount of physical energy that I normally had was locked away simply because I didn’t really want to use it that much; as such, everyone else was bringing back large amounts of items for me to organize and plan around, regaling me with the tales of their Trial and how I missed out on something or the other.

Obviously I still needed my fix of bloodshed as well, so I cherrypicked the Trials I visited as much as I possibly could, making sure to tag along on the more interesting or beneficial Trials that I wanted to be on instead, which was entirely selfish.

If we were a more loosely bound group of people I would definitely be facing some pushback and ill emotions from everyone, but because we were rather tight knit I could do this and not worry about anything at all.

Lady Fenyras was still her grating self that continued to insinuate that I would somehow gain dozens of pounds and turn into a blob of useless meat thanks to this laziness, or that I was weighing everyone down and being a drag to the parties mood, but that was just her being her.

Everyone else didn’t show any signs of caring at all, and if anything as the Trials they cleared passed more and more of them seemed to be staring at me with longing; not lustful longing but instead a more... emotional longing at how I was able to just pass the time tidying up the camp and organizing our carriage.