Chapter 354: The Maidens of Death

The sharp scent of herbs hung in the air, tangled with the metallic tang of blood. Jack moved through the rows of healer tents, watching the hurried rhythm of men and women sorting flasks, basins, and bandages. There were far too few healers for the size of the army, barely a handful compared to the sea of soldiers waiting for the war horns to sound.

Half of them were women, but not just any kind. They were Erza’s maids, famous for combining grace and violence in equal measure. Beneath their spotless aprons and restrained expressions were fighters skilled enough to bring down an armed man before he even realized he was in danger.

Their role was clear: hold ground in safe zones across the battlefield, turning each into a small haven of healing. The wounded would be carried there, patched up, and sent back out if they still had the strength to fight. But not all of them stayed in tents. Erza had chosen a smaller group to work in motion, crossing the front lines to offer aid in the middle of chaos. Those were the most dangerous of all, women as deadly with a blade as they were deft with a vial of antidote.

Jack watched one of them sharpen a short dagger, the glint of steel flickering across her emotionless face. Beside him, Quinn rubbed his chin, studying the scene with wary amusement.

“If one of them shows up in the middle of battle, covered in blood, dagger in hand, saying she’s there to heal me, I won’t know whether to be grateful or terrified,” he muttered with a dry laugh.

Jack shrugged. “The only maid who’s actually nice is Anne.”

Quinn turned toward him, incredulous. “You mean the scariest one? That cold stare of hers, the way she moves… and she’s also, you know, not exactly human.”

“She might look terrifying, but she’s the kindest of them all,” Jack said. “The rest…”

His gaze drifted to another maid pouring the thick, dark blood of a fire salamander into a basin without a flicker of emotion. “Those are wolves wearing silk.”

For a brief moment, he remembered what Luke once said, that maids were pure, beautiful, delicate beings, like living jewels. The memory made him smirk. Those women had completely shattered Luke’s illusion.

He adjusted the strap on his axe and took a steadying breath. The murmurs around the tents felt distant, muffled beneath the weight of anticipation before the coming storm.

“I should get going. I need to meet up with the main group soon,” he said, already turning to leave.

“Good luck out there,” Quinn replied, giving him a quick pat on the shoulder.

Jack nodded, but before he could take a step…

“Hey, Dustin? What the hell are you doing here?” Quinn frowned as the man stumbled out from between two tents. “Aren’t you supposed to be stationed on the other side of the field? Get moving!”

Dustin raised both hands, laughing at himself. “I had to pray, alright? Might be my last day alive. And also…” He paused, lowering his voice theatrically. “I got nervous and, uh, my stomach didn’t take it well. You ever try taking a dump out in the open with a thousand people watching?”

Quinn groaned. “For god’s sake, just get back before someone sees you loitering here.”

“Of course, sir!” Dustin said in a mockingly formal tone, flashing a crooked grin as he jogged off.

Jack watched the man hurry past, trying not to laugh.

“The strap on your sword’s sheath is loose,” Quinn pointed out.

Dustin glanced down, then chuckled. “Appreciate the heads-up. Had to take it off for… you know.”

He shook his head and walked away, still laughing to himself.

For a moment, the two of them stood in silence, watching him disappear into the crowd.

“Let’s just hope no one else abandons their post for bathroom breaks once the war starts,” Quinn muttered, half amused, half serious.

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Dustin was already gone, swallowed by the lines of soldiers.

“Didn’t he fight with gauntlets before?” Jack asked. “Why’s he carrying a sword now? Thought his class was brawler-type.”

“Maybe he leveled up, or picked up a skill that lets him use blades. Like the maids,” Quinn replied, still looking in the direction Dustin had gone.

Jack lifted Luke’s axe, testing its weight, his other hand gripping his own wand. “Guess it never hurts to have an extra weapon.”

“Absolutely,” Quinn said.

A gust of wind swept through the camp, flapping the tent covers and mixing the scent of blade oil with that of healing herbs. Jack took in the scene one more time—men tightening armor straps, women preparing potions, soldiers pretending not to be afraid by keeping up meaningless chatter.

***

Franky hissed quietly within the rune. “You’ll just use me. If I break the seal now, there’s no guarantee you’ll keep your word. I’m not falling for it.”

“That’s exactly why I said it’ll be after the fight,” Luke answered. “Once I defeat that monster and return to my world, everything ends. My problems, this place, all of it. Until then, you’ll keep pestering me. But after the battle, I’ll release you, deep in some forest on Earth, far from everything.”