Chapter 70: Master Jett
With this, I can finally head home and kick back, at last and unwind properly! No more drama, hassles, or Warden‑related nightmares will follow me there! I’ll also get to show off my maids to Mom and Dad, so only good times lie ahead!
Jett looked so relieved and happy that Skytianeus assumed his triumphant victory over the Dragon Empress and Holdrake felt exactly that glorious. And it was, yet nothing could top returning home after changing so much and growing up.
The key reasons behind that growth quickly called out to him.
"My deepest congratulations on resolving the Dragon Guardian’s predicament and thus completing your quest. I can tell you’re eager for the reward, Master Jett," Mia said with a smile, knowing Jett better than anyone here.
Noctlisa tilted her head. "Headin’ back home, aye? That’ll be real fun. I’m already curious about Master’s world."
Eleonora swallowed nervously. "I didn’t know so much was at stake. It truly greatly gladdens me that Master will be able to go home..." But surely he’ll handle all his affairs here before taking a proper, well‑deserved vacation, right? I won’t be... put on hold.
Mia and Noctlisa, stirred by their keen womanly instincts, looked at Eleonora with narrowed eyes, their deadpan gazes telling the silver‑haired maid they could easily sense her hidden, fluttering feelings. Under their intense scrutiny, Eleonora blushed. Mia lifted her chin proudly, flaunting that she was truly a woman, while Noctlisa merely nodded, though the playful curve of her lips revealed a sly, mischievous little grin.
"I’ll summon the imperial healers," Skytianeus said. "Would you mind carrying Her Majesty to a chamber in the Dragon Guardian Palace?"
"Not at all," Jett said with a grin.
Jett had once said that helping others with an ulterior motive was nothing but clever manipulation, and he felt a faint, familiar hint of that now; personally carrying the Dragon Empress to safety sent many layered, political messages to everyone watching. Leaving her to Skytianeus instead would have made him look detached and cold.
If he were being totally himself, he’d probably quip, "I’d hate to pass up a chance to carry someone this hot," though he’d only admit that to his maids. After carefully settling the Dragon Empress into an enormous, silken bed, he left her to sleep in absolute silence and headed for his sprawling mansion, the maids trailing dutifully in his wake. He needed some serious, uninterrupted rest and still had to truly, methodically wrap up his remaining affairs in Fayralia before finally, triumphantly returning home, without any lingering regrets whatsoever for himself and for all those who depended on him.
"There are dragon matters, and there are human matters," he said aloud.