I was Chosen By A Perverted Goddess To Help Save Her World

Gildhart was satisfied seeing the direction the meeting was taking.....

If he had listened to Kylian in the first place and used a strong collective force to deal with that person, he wouldn’t have suffered such humiliation.

Though he would never admit to that.

Seeing his wall, which now had a crack in it because of one of his over enthusiastic colleague, Gilhart couldn’t help but frown a little, but he pushed it back to address later.

He knew why they were so pissed mad at this situation.

Just like him, every man in this room had fantasies about being with the mistress, which always unsettled Gildhart, but at least they knew their place, and he could use them for situations like this.

The one who had just broken his wall was a noble from a small barony, but his large build as well as the fact that he was also at the Apprentice realm, though only at the mid stage, made him quite valuable to the group.

"Calm down, Gormak...."

"Of course we need to get rid of this threat, but we also have to be cautious about it," Kylian explained, calming the bubbling anger amongst the young men.

"Why be cautious?... "

"We have Sir Gildhart here; what’s there to fear ?. Isn’t he just some hapless commoner who happened to get lucky?" One junior servant suddenly commented angrily.

As long as they had Gildhart with them, they could get away with doing whatever they pleased with any commoner, even one said to be a mahji healer.

Though mahji are said to be stronger than regular knights, that’s when they are given time to bloom. This person was only mortal, and his healer quirk isn’t known for its utility in offensive engagement.

"That might be true...."

"But it’s better to make our move when we would get little to no interference... "

"So I suggest we pay him a visit when it gets dark into the night," Kylia explained, turning to Gildhart for the final decision.

Seeing Gildhart nod his head in approval for the plan, no one else moved to interject as they all accepted they would be making their move later that night.

This wasn’t the first time they had collectively oppressed, beaten, or even forever silenced those who had dared to challenge the status quo before.

The situation had gone past the point of warning and light pummeling, since this person had dared enjoy what they couldn’t and he was only a commoner...

Though most knew nothing could have possibly happened with the mistress since he’s dickless just like the rest of them.

Still, they needed to get rid of him out of pure spite.

"Okay, lets gather back here at night. For now, you all return to your duties and act normal."

"Also, say nothing about this, not to anyone," Gildhard warned, as he waved them all off, his right hand pressing and soothing his still painful nose.

"You brought this upon yourself, you bastard, for daring to lay hands on me." He muttered spitefully, fist folding tightly in rage.

To his side, Kylian, his eyes ever squinted and drawn in a line, with a perpetual calm smile on his face, looked down towards Gilhart with an unchanging expression on his face.

While the coalition of noble servants had just disbanded from their emergency meeting, with its members all returning to their assigned servant duties.....

Ryn and Kiara had made their way to the East wing of the estate, as they waited respectfully in front of the duchess’s mansion, after having informed the guard that their master had sent something over for the duchess.

After a little while, the shorter of the two personal maidservants of the duchess made her appearance in her scanty, cyan-colored fitted outfit.

The twins bowed a little in respect as they handed over the box.

It isn’t just the colors of the duchess’s maids’ outfits that are different; everyone knew that just as their status was higher than regular senior servants, they were just as specially trained, with no one knowing just how strong they were, or what exactly their special skill sets were.

She accepted the box from the twins after nodding at them with a smile; then she retreated back into the duchess’s mansion.

Kiara and Ryn stood there for a moment, cast a glance at one another, before they both simultaneously turned on their heels, heading back towards the west wing.

"How fucking big is this estate ?!"

Ben had been walking for almost thirty minutes, trying to reach the fringes of the northern wing.

Though the mansions of the estate were designed to be decently close to, and accessible to every wing, trying to get to the extremes of the land mass was a herculean task without some form of transport conveyor.

And that’s exactly what Ben was trying to do.

He had inquired from the twins where exactly the hunts squad captain is usually found, and they had informed him that she’s usually at her home on the northern fringes of the estate whenever she’s not actively participating in hunts or training the squad.

Ben had not realized just how far he would have to walk to get to Nymira’s home, but it’s not like he had an option; he had to try his best to seduce her, or else he would die before the cock crows in the morning.

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Though, thanks to Ben’s new physique, he barely felt like he had put any effort into walking. The only thing troubling him as he trudged through these grassy fields was something else....

"What in the world are those sounds ?"

For the past fifteen minutes, Ben had been hearing very loud wooshing sounds, and the closer he headed northbound, the louder it became.

Five minutes later, the sounds had become explosive, so powerful that Ben was feeling a tangible shockwave in the winds, bursts of strong winds pushing out in all directions, accompanying every single explosive boom.

The closer Ben got, the worse it became....

Until a scene suddenly came into view in the distance.

Shrouded in a confluence of dust and spiralling winds.....

One woman stood in training clothes, torn and ragged, clothes so short and small they wore visibly tearing at the seams, both from power and her insane curvy figure.

Waves of spiralling purple natural power raging off of her flawless form, her body dripping in sweat and cresting her brow.....

Long hair billowing, a tangible pressure spreading out so powerfully, causing Ben to drop to his knees, as this woman raised a large great sword, two times her size, to the heavens, before bringing it down in a practiced downstroke that looked simple....but......

WOOOSH!

BOOOM!

Ben was thrown back off his feet, shooting through the air from the shockwave before landing on his bum; he stared incredulously at the visage of Nymira, glowing resplendently as if bathed in natural power.

"Holly Shit!!"

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