My Servant System - #512 - 512 Chapter 511: Lady Fenryas (Extra)



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Forewarning, this was written a LONG time ago, so style has changed a lot and all that, but I could only get 1 chapter out today, so…

Enjoy what Chordeva faced back in the day, I guess; and if there are any discrepancies in time or something, point them out but don’t rely on this for specific things, since they’ve changed since then.

Anyways, enjoy~!

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Chordeva PoV

Sitting behind the familiar desk back at the Estate, I stared down at the never ending pile of paperwork before me, making me sigh.

Ria and Julie were still unconscious, as I had…

Well, the stimulation of bedding two beautiful women, one of whom was pregnant with my child, and the other one was one I wanted to impregnate again…

Sighing, I stared down at my not so little sister, who was staring back up at me.

“I’m starting to think Lady Fenryas was right… the Asmodia’s vice is, and will always be, lust…”

Leaning into my chair, I thought of the woman who had polished me from a damn good warrior into the Vice-Captain of the Knights of Cinder.

Lady Fenryas…

She wasn’t just a Wolfkin; her bloodline was a mixture of Wolf blood and Demon blood, resulting in her being a one of a kind Hybrid.

As such, she was impossibly strong, with her physical prowess only being beaten by her mate, the Empress, and her magic being among the top, rivaling the Empress’ third wife, Lady D’Arcon, a Light Magician.

So, the Demonic Wolf eventually took up the mantle that Lord Vulcan left empty all those millennia ago, becoming the Captain of the Knights of Cinder.

When we had finished our first year, Ria and I had both been offered apprenticeships due to our immense talent.

Lady Fenryas approached me, and told me that she would be the one to teach me, saying my father wasn’t to be trusted to polish me to become something better.

Which, younger me was surprised to hear, and even more surprised to see the man simply accept her words, scratching his cheek as the Demonic Wolf glared at him, daring him to disagree.

I accepted her offer, since I was already guaranteed a spot as an apprentice to one of the other Knights, but now that the Captain herself was offering it…

Of course, I was also rather annoyed; Ria had finally promised that we could start living together, and my year of celibacy was wearing at my mind.

The Elf would constantly give me those empty gazes, her blue eyes turning into voids as she made sure I remained true to her; those eyes stimulated me so, so much, and I could feel my will to hold back slowly fraying.

However, Ria had been offered an apprenticeship by someone equally as important in our Empire; Lady Theresa, the Empress’ first wife.

She was an old Elf, having lived almost as long as the Empress, and she was called the Elven Saintess of Nature due to her Nature Magic.

When Ria had shown her incredible talent in magic, many Mages wanted her as their apprentice, but everyone backed away when Lady Theresa herself extended her hand to my wife.

Since we were both to be apprenticed to the Empress’ wives, we would remain in the Capital City of Sanctus Ignacia, or more specifically, inside the Empress’ Palace.

The move into the castle had been stressful, and I was more annoyed than ever before; I would need to start acting every bit the noble that I was when I was in the Empress’ court.

Ria and I were on separate sides of the castle, and we both began our training.

Lady Fenryas was as tall as I was, and her charcoal skin was cracked by her crimson veins.

Long raven black bristly hair was pulled into a ponytail, and she always wore little more than a cropped shirt and black pants, revealing her chiseled abdomen and bushy tail.

My first meeting with the woman had been intense; when I entered the castle’s training grounds, she had all the other Knights on the ground, bruised and battered.

Her foot rested on a Minotaurs skull, while her black scythe was impaled in the ground beside my fathers head.

Her sharp features were pulled into a snarl as she stared at the four Knights, her voice scathing as she spat out “Weak! All four of you couldn’t land even a damn scratch on me?! And you want to call yourselves Knights?! Fucking pathetic!”

My eyes widened as I stared at my father; I knew how strong he was.

Compared to me, the man was nigh unbeatable, and yet…

There he lay, underneath Lady Fenryas, who wasn’t even winded.

Snarling again, she turned towards me as I entered, and she furrowed her brow.

“Who the hells are you? Wait…”

Getting off the Minotaur, she raised her scythe and smirked at me, glancing briefly back towards my prone father.

“You’re the Asmodia brat huh? The one the Empress wants me to polish? Hmm…”

Getting closer to me, she leaned forwards, and I widened my eyes as I realized that she was as tall as I was; reaching a good seven some odd feet.

I mean, I was still growing, but damn…

Her nose twitched, and her smirk widened while her steely gray eyes met mine.

“Yeah, I can work with this…”

Stalking around me, the Demonic Wolf sniffed me before adding “Not too bad… least that dolt over there didn’t waste your potential… Fire Magic; basic, but useful… strong muscles…”

I stood still, scared to move; the pressure coming from her was overwhelming, like I was a child standing before a murderous monster.

Returning to stand in front of me, she grinned and said “Yeah, not bad! Come on whelp; let’s see what you got.”

Lady Fenryas glanced over her shoulder and shouted “Get up! Lazy asses…”

Shaking her head, she watched as the exhausted Knights scrambled to their feet, stumbling away from the red circle on the ground.

My father glanced over at me, and I shivered as I saw something in his eyes that I never thought I’d see.

Pity.

The tall woman walked to the center of the ring, and slammed her scythe into the ground.

“Alright, take that blade and try and kill me.”

I stared at her in confusion, making her smirk drop.

“You deaf? I said, take your damn blade out, and try and kill me.”

Biting my cheek, I drew my steel sword and charged at her, keeping my father’s teachings in mind.

Since I was so large, the claymore that I used seemed like little more than a normal broadsword to me, so I raised the wide blade and used it as both cover for my right side, and a tip for my charge.

Stabbing the sword forwards, I widened my eyes as she remained still, making me falter for a moment.

A derisive sneer appeared on her lips, and the woman reached up…

And grabbed my sword, stopping it completely.

“Pathetic. You think I’m some weak pup asking for you to assist my suicide? Are you fucking dumb? Again!”

Slapping my blade away, she remained still, and this time I slammed my sword against her side, only to grunt as I felt the sword clang against something solid.

“The hell..? You’re not that weak are you? That didn’t even scratch me!”

Looking at my blade, I froze as I saw the edge was rolled, into the imprint of her muscular arm.

Jumping back a few feet, I stared at her in fear, not knowing what to do.

How the hell did she just…

Tank a swing from my blade?!

Shaking her arm, she sighed as she said “Alright… looks like I need to break you down and build you back up… Hah… what a pain…”

Pinching the bridge of her nose, she shook her head before glaring at me, growling “Alright, lets get to it brat.”

I gasped, sweat on my brow as I finally broke free from my own reminiscing.

That woman…

Was a real monster.

What had followed was exactly what she had promised; she broke me.

She chipped away at my pride, shattered my body, twisted my spirit…

When I had become little more than an unconfident, hollow mess of a mortal, she had taken those pieces and forged me back, stronger then I could ever imagine.

It was painful.

It was harrowing.

It… was necessary.

My previous broken self wasn’t broken; she had a small, insignificant crack that she constantly hyper focused on.

Lady Fenryas had truly broken me.

In fact, she had broken me so much, so quickly, that if I hadn’t had those moments with Ria, where I could simply… hold my fiancee; not even in a sexual way, just embracing her and taking in her warmth.

My wife had an equally hard training, but only in the physical sense; she was exhausted, but still the same.

Without Ria there, I would have shriveled away, never to return…

Thinking so, I got up with a sigh, wanting to cast those hellish memories away.

Shuffling into my bedroom, I dove into my women’s bodies, pushing those memories away for now.

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This was just a little introduction to the training that Chordeva received, and there will likely be a chapter about Ria’s as well…

Date: 01/15/2023

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