Combat Maid Harem

A small drop of blood dripped from Lawrend’s wrist and hit the small bowl.

“Damn it.”

Lawrend was annoyed.

He slit his wrist again, and another drop fell. And again. And again. Until he finally filled the bowl.

“…”

The old man and the observers stared at his wrist in silence. His natural regenerative ability amazed them. Each time he slit his wrist, it would immediately heal up and only let a small amount of blood drip out.

pan-d a-n0vel.com “Here.”

Lawrend pushed the small bowl forward. The old man opened his mouth to say something, but no words came out. He shut up and placed the bowl on the pedestal.

The magical formation glowed brightly again. The building faintly shook, and then lines appeared outside of the building before heading out of the city and onwards to the distance to who knows where.

The phenomenon attracted the attention of many. They looked over at the City Clan Hall and wondered what was happening.

“Y-Your bloodline purity… Are you an ancestor?” the old man shakily asked.

“Does it say there?” Lawrend asked.

“Blank… You have no record in the clan. Who are you!?”

This time, the old man felt his heart palpitate out of his chest. It was one thing to meet the princess, but it was another thing to encounter someone unknown that had the bloodline purity of an ancestor.

“I’m Lawrend… Ignis, I guess,” Lawrend answered with a faint smile on his face.

He turned his head to Ember and winked at her.

His wink caused her to blush and look away. Her heart beat rapidly because it was his way of admitting she was his. She tried her best to keep her prideful appearance even while she wanted to scream from embarrassment.

“Lawrend Ignis… I have put you on record. Did you perhaps come from a branch clan?” the receptionist asked.

It was the only reason for this to make sense. Someone with that great of a bloodline purity would have long ago become the clan’s prince and copulated with the princess.

“Yes. You are correct.”

“*Phew* I-I thought I met an ancestor.”

The old man relaxed greatly. Their ancestors were Heaven Mages, so it wouldn’t be weird if they had a young appearance like Lawrend. They lived very long lives, after all.

He looked down at the pair of cute eyes staring at him.

“Little one, can you give me some of your blood?” the old man kindly asked.

He refused to believe that this little kid would scare him. He felt like he had the peak scare of his life. Nothing could top that ever again.

“Mommy, Father, help,” Inferno said with a tired expression on his face.

Lawrend rolled his eyes and sighed. Ember forced a smile on her face and double-glanced at the old man.

“H-Huh?” the old man blinked his eyes repeatedly.

-And so did the others who were carefully listening. By this point, the City Clan Hall was half-packed with curious people. Many came to investigate and didn’t leave once they understood the situation.

“*Smack* And wait…”

The old man hit himself hard on his forehead and widened his eyes. He was too shocked. He only realized now that Ember was wearing a maid uniform.

“H-Huh? Can you pinch my arm? I think I’m dreaming,” the old man said as he offered his arm to Lawrend.

Lawrend smiled wryly and sent a small shock of lightning.

“AH! I’m not dreaming! The princess is wearing a maid’s uniform and has a son! AHHHHHHHH!!” the old man screamed as he lost his sanity.

“NOOO!!!”

“Our princess!!”

“What the hell!?”

“Who is he!”

“How dare he!”

Shouts of anger came from around them. They couldn’t accept the truth. Ember was their princess, and she should have married first before having a child with someone.

“Shut up, or I will kill you!” Ember threatened.

She looked around and glared at each of the clan members shouting. They felt a chill run down their spines, and they became mutes. The old man stared at the ceiling with a dumb smile on his face.

“And you! Do your job!”

*Slap!*

Ember slapped the old man on the cheek.

“W-What?”

The old man came back to reality and looked around him. He focused his eyes on Ember and lamented. Regret was visible on his face.

“My Master here has a bloodline equivalent to the ancestor. I was also betrothed to him, so he is my fiance, and I am his fiancee!” Ember declared angrily.

Her words further shocked the crowd. It was one thing to see it for themselves, but it was certainly more shocking to hear it come out of her mouth.

“That’s right. I’m her Master and her fiance,” Lawrend said, pulling Ember into an embrace.

She immediately blushed and hid her face in his chest.

Meanwhile, Inferno stared at his parents with a deadpan face. He cringed and shook his head.

“…”

Many in the crowd were admirers of Ember. Their hearts broke when they saw her shy expression in Lawrend’s embrace. She was like a maiden madly in love with her prince.

“*Cough* L-L-Let’s just get this over with, okay?” the receptionist said.

He was too tired after having continuous scares that didn’t stop. His mental health was severely damaged. He wanted to rest and sleep while crying because he was still single at his age.

Lawrend smiled back and released Ember. She looked down and tried to hide her pinkish face.

“Inferno, try to inhibit it, okay?” Lawrend said.

“Yes, Father… I will try my best,” Inferno replied, forcing a smile on his face.

“Master, I will help,” Ember added.

“Mm.”

The two of them held Inferno’s hand. Ember pulled his hand back, and then Lawrend slit a large gash on Inferno’s wrist. Unlike what one would expect, only a teeny tiny drop of red blood fell into the bowl.

An orange flame expanded out of Inferno’s wound and pulled his wrists back together. And just like nothing happened, the wound was gone with no trace.