Combat Maid Harem

"It's your turn now," Lawrend said to Ramiela.

"Yes, My God."

Ramiela stepped forward and gracefully stood before him.

"Hmmm… You're still a Grand Mage? You can't really improve?" Lawrend asked.

"As long as I'm near you, I can power up to Earth Mage-level. You're my mini heaven, Master."

"I see. I will check up on your body later."

The angels were created by the Goddess. Their power level never changed throughout their lifetimes which were ten thousand years. It was not a surprise to him that Ramiela never improved.

"Thank you, My God." Ramiela bowed and returned.

"Master…"

Nao walked forward. She stood out among Lawrend's maids. Technically, she wasn't even his maid. She was his butler. Just as Lawrend instructed her to do, she still kept wearing it.

"You're an Arch Mage and you created so many good potions. You can have anything that comes out of your mouth," Lawrend said.

He was really impressed by her. He wanted to reward her so she would do even better in the future. She was a vital part of his arsenal now. If he lost her, the efficiency of his plans would be reduced greatly.

"I want your love," Nao answered flatly.

"..."

The whole training grounds became silent. Lawrend closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"I understand. You will be my priority later. The rest who I have plans with later, I will accommodate tomorrow."

Lawrend knew he messed up. The way Nao stared at him was scary. He could tell that she yearned to be loved more. He didn't really have that much interaction with her except when he taught her how to use fire magic and how to increase the efficiency of her creating potions.

After that, he kind of forgot about her. He could understand why she demanded his love. She was deprived of it. He deprived her of it, actually.

"Thank you."

After saying that, Nao cooly left.

Ember smiled wryly and walked forward. The awkward atmosphere Nao left made it hard for her to step forward.

"You can become a Heaven Mage any time, right?" Lawrend asked.

"Yes. I'm only waiting for you," Ember replied.

"Thank you. Do you know what you want?"

"I'm fully happy right now. I have everything I want," Ember replied with a beautiful smile on her face.

Lawrend couldn't help but stare at her in a daze. She looked so beautiful smiling like that. His eyes couldn't move and his body seemed to be locked in place.

"You're too good for me," Lawrend said and smiled.

"I'm also too good for you," Ember replied with a giggle.

"Hahaha!" Lawrend laughed at her response.

Indeed, the two of them were too good for each other. But that wasn't the point. He knew for sure that she really loved him. With love, everything else didn't matter.

"And the last one. I want to see what happened to your magic, Truf," Lawrend said and glanced at a corner of the training grounds.

Truf rested his back against a pillar as he watched the ongoing show.

He nodded his head and walked forward. He had a solemn expression on his face. Seeing Lawrend so happy made him remember his family. He wanted nothing more than to kill him right now.

The problem was that anyone else here could easily kill him if he tried to do anything. And after so many years of staying under Lawrend's roof, he had learned how to endure.

He would strike once there was a perfect opportunity to win.

Truf stood before Lawrend and looked him in the eyes.

Lawrend could tell what was going through the kid's head with one glance. It didn't bother him.

"You're an Arch Mage. How are your spells?" Lawrend asked.

"It works for Beginner, True, and Arch levels. I have no idea how to continue to make it better," Truf replied.

He didn't elaborate on his spells any further.

Lawrend squinted his eyes and decided not to pry anymore. This kid was starting to become crafty. He would surely become a hard enemy in the future.

Although Lawrend knew that the kid had a high moral standard since he wanted to defeat him himself, it was still unknown what kind of magic he would be able to create with his motivation fueled by revenge. There was nothing more powerful in this world than emotion like that.

Everyone could do anything if they tried to a certain extent. Having powerful emotions as motivators would help anyone unleash that potential.

"If you aren't going to show me, you're on your own. But I can tell you that the key to merging spells is through trial and error. You don't have to create a spell each time. You only need to create the structure of the spell and cast it forcefully. Only after confirming that your spell is doable, should you create a full spell for it," Lawrend explained.

His children perked up their ears when they heard him start explaining. His words were valuable to them even though he wasn't trying to teach them.

"Ah! Thank you, Master," Truf replied with a joyful expression on his face.

But as soon as he realized it, the gloomy expression on his face returned. He cursed himself once again for liking it whenever Lawrend started explaining the mysteries of magic.

"Have you tried sparring with my children?" Lawrend asked.

"No."

"Try it. I won't ask them what spell you used. You won't have battle experience, otherwise."

Truf furrowed his eyebrows and thought hard about it. Would he be willing to risk leaking his spells to Lawrend or not learn any battle experience? The two seemed equally bad.

He could catch Lawrend by surprise by attacking him with his spell that Lawrend wasn't familiar with or he could gain a better battle experience that would hopefully allow him to beat Lawrend.

The two choices were hard for Truf to decide on since both of them had their pros and cons.