My Dungeon Life: Rise of the Slave Harem

I wasn’t just a White Mage, but I was also an Intermediate Magician too. I hadn’t used a lot of my magic lately. I preferred to focus on Swordsman and other skills focused on fighting and soul manipulation. However, just a general use of mana had slowly brought the level up to 18. I couldn’t pull off powerful directed attacks like Elaya, or area of effect spells like Astria, but I could use enough magic to catch anyone but a master off guard.

At least in Aberis, the last grandmaster in Aberis I had ever faced had died at the hands of Salicia, who had been under the control of a woman named Calypso. I didn’t know about the Ost Republic but considering Osterians weren’t known for their powerful mage users, I didn’t think they had anyone of that level.

I raised my hand and summoned several strikes of lightning down. I still wanted to capture the ship. My wind magic wasn’t so slick that I could make effective wind blades that lasted such a lengthy distance, and I didn’t have so much control of water that I could stop the boat. I figured fire would cause it to catch fire, so lightning was the best option I had with both the distance and damage. Several bold shot out from my fingertips and flew at the ship. I was expecting it to hit the canons, possibly taking them out of commission, which was why I was surprised when my lightning hit a barrier.

“They have a spellcaster!” One of the girls cried out.

As if to affirm that, several spells came out way. I wasn’t able to erect a barrier in time, but the spells were still blocked just the same. I looked over to see a smug-looking Anne. I supposed I deserved that for looking down at her lack of a physical defense earlier. The pirate ship continued to grow closer, all while shooting spells and canons at us. Between the two of us, all of it was deflected, but we were only losing ground until they reached us.

“Let them come! I’ll tear them apart!” A younger voice cried out.

I turned to see Chance waiting there, looking ready to fight even though she didn’t have a weapon.

“What are you doing here?” I glared. “You should be down below with Cici!”

“I’m not down below, Master.” A voice came from behind me.

I spun to see Cici out as well, clutching a broom nervously and shaking, clearly terrified to be on the deck where powerful attacks were being exchanged.

“What are you doing here?” I demanded, blocking another volley of fire.

“M-mistress Faeyna since a maid must put her life on the line for her Master!” She responded.

“Faeyna is a high-level hero,” I responded. “You need to both be down below where it is safe.”

“I absolutely won’t!” Cici responded defiantly. “It’s my job to protect my lord! Therefore, I’ll fight the pirates myself!”

I felt like crying. I thought little girls would be easier to handle, but they seemed to listen to my orders even less than the adults!