Combat Maid Harem

Lawrend entered the open library. A guild staff was standing from the side, and he glanced at Lawrend's Mage Guild pin before looking away. The guild assigned him to make sure that only members of the guild enter the library. Aleshia could only wait from the side as she was not a member.

Lawrend browsed through the shelves. He found a book called 'The Basics of Spellcasting'. A High Mage wrote it. Lawrend looked through it and found that it contained detailed information about spellcasting. He left the open library and brought it with him.

In his curiosity, Lawrend asked the guild staff for a uniform. They gave him a blue cloak similar to what they were wearing.

Lawrend and Aleshia then left the guild. Soon, they were back in the inn. It was already almost midnight. They had spent such a long time just traveling from one point to another.

Lawrend rested his back on the bed frame and opened the book to read.

The Basics of Spellcasting

'When one casts a spell, it uses a set amount of mana. If that mana is insufficient, the spell will fail to realize.'

Basically, this was the gist of the book. Though it also explained some complicated topics, but that was not the point here.

Lawrend closed the book and sighed. When he purified his violet lightning mana before, it reduced their volume by a lot. This should be why he couldn't cast a spell anymore. He would have to increase his mana first before he can cast the Shock Arc spell once again.

Lawrend looked around the room and found that Aleshia was already sleeping. He turned off the lantern on the side of the bed and slept. They still have a lot to do tomorrow.

The next morning, Aleshia stood up and woke Lawrend up.

"Morning already?"

Lawrend opened his eyes groggily. He got out of bed and looked at Aleshia as he rubbed his eyes.

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"Good morning, Young Master."

Aleshia smiled at Lawrend.

"Good morning too."

Lawrend replied as he stretched his arms. He quickly wore a new set of clothes before they headed outside.

The sky was still quite dark when they got out as the sun was just rising from the horizon. They traveled to the Port District and into the seaside ports.

"Wow!"

Lawrend exclaimed as he saw the sea for the first time. However, he could somewhat recall something similar from his memories. The sea was vast and it extended far into the horizon. There were even fish swimming in the clear blue water.

"There sure are a lot of people waiting here already."

This was at port 14. There was a small crowd waiting for the arrival of the shipment. They were merchants that are gonna bid for the bulk of the goods from the ship.

"Look! The ship is arriving!"

A tall man shouted and pointed far into the sea. A large wooden ship can be seen slowly heading their way. The big white sails made it especially obvious to the naked human eye.

"Wait, what is that flag?"

Someone noticed that the flag waving on the ship was not the one that they were expecting. It was a red one with the face of a horned demon.

Suddenly, a loud bellow of a large war horn sounded from the ship. It was resounding, and it could be heard even to the farthest edge of the city.

"Demons!"

No one knows who shouted first, but they all ran without looking back the moment everyone heard it. Of course, that included Lawrend and Aleshia.

Demons are black-skinned humanoids. They are savages that attack and pillage villages. They also have horns that can easily be recognized.

There is a myth going around that demons are from another world. Though, no one could prove this myth, even now.

"Young Master, I'll carry you!"

Aleshia shouted to Lawrend, who was running just beside her. The ship had already started to dock at the port, and several demons were jumping down.

"I can still run, Aleshia."

Lawrend didn't want to be carried by a girl. He would have to live the shame of being carried by a girl if he did so.

"Alright. Then follow me, Young Master."

Aleshia nodded her head. She turned to the right, and Lawrend followed her.

At the port, a white-skinned demon was walking down the ship. She was astoundingly beautiful. There was a straight red horn that rose from her head, and her eyes were dark red. Her red hair flowed through the sea wind, and her skin contradicted the popular belief that demons are only black-skinned.

"Scouts! Report!"

The female demon shouted. It was so loud that Lawrend could even hear it from his position.

A dark shadow scuttled from the port and stopped in front of her. It was a demon hidden inside a cloak.

"Noble Aezel Bloodhorn, I have found a talented human!"

The demon answered hoarsely.

"Talented? Those puny scums managed to birth a talented one?"

There was pure disdain in her voice when she spoke.

"Y-Yes! That human has a much higher mana purity than normal."

The demon answered nervously. It had an inborn fear towards the demon in front of it. After all, she was a demon that had a higher bloodline purity than he has.

"Interesting... Lead everyone to capture that human!"

Aezel commanded the demons around her. They all followed the scout demon and ran towards the city.

But just as they were getting far, several silhouettes flew towards them. There was a man with a long sword hanging on his waist. Behind him were three other people. They were all high-leveled swordsmen.

Right beside their group was Reon Garne, the Branch Guild Master of the Mage Guild. Behind him were also three other people. They were all mages, and they carried long staffs with them.

"Tch! Human powerhouses!"

Aezel clicked her tongue in annoyance. She didn't think that they would have so many strong powerhouses. It seems like the humans in this city are harder to deal with than she thought.

"Hohh, a Noble Demon. Such a rare sight to see."

The one who spoke was Reon Garne. They hovered in the air as they looked down on the demons.

The demons had already stopped their charge as they warily observed the humans flying in the air.

"An Arch Mage and a Hill Sword. This will be a fun fight."

Aezel chuckled in delight. Her blood started to boil in anticipation of their battle.