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You shake your head as you walk in step with Alyssa, your footfalls echoing hers so that it only sounds like one pair of feet approaching the maids. As your servant approaches one and you approach the other you ponder if it would be more effective to use sleep magic on them like a more civilized mage might. Then you feel the leather of your hidden sap in your fingers and something clicks off in your brain. Now, it is not a shameful thing to admit that you like to hit things with weapons, specifically people, and you did beat an underclassman over the head with a pipe once in a duel. But you do like hitting people with instruments of combat and once you look over to Alyssa standing directly behind one maid, and see the one in front of you start to turn, your most basic urge surfaces.
“Unga bunga,” you think, and then there’s the satisfying thud of impact and an unconscious body falls to the floor. You wonder if Alyssa just experienced the same bliss you did. Eh, she probably did.
“Do you require any help with your dress, commander?” Alyssa says as she begins to strip the body she took down, which you hastily follow in doing despite how shameful it is.
“That will be quite alright. I am not unfamiliar with dresses, as you may know from my yearly debuts to celebrate the new year,” You state with some pride at the memories of such occasions, then there’s also of course the many royal balls and festivals where you are always supplied with a new, elaborate dress, and in which you quite completely overshine the other attendants, including your family members if you say so yourself.
“I am now, but I understand your intention,” Alyssa says in her usual monotone. You deflate somewhat. “I will now barricade the doors, please hurry.”
The next few minutes take embarrassingly long because, unlike those momentous occasions, you do not have a legion of maids to help you get all those damnable straps and buttons on. This is a commoner outfit how could it be so complicated!? It’s not like you can ask for help <span class="mu-i">now</span> either, not after saying you didn’t need any! You half expect to hear knocking from the blocked door but mercifully none comes and while you struggle with your dress, one Alyssa put on with the utmost speed. Hmph, like showing off how quickly you can cover yourself with peasantry clothing is any indication of anything!
Whatever, at least she takes the excess time to make herself useful and hide the unconscious bodies in an empty crate in the corner. You do end up casting that sleep spell though, to extend their unconsciousness to at least a couple of hours then another spell, an illusion to make the bottom of the crate appear to be higher than the bodies are. Hopefully, you’ll be long gone before either of them wakes up almost naked and stuffed in a crate with their co-servant. You don’t want to half to deal with the fallout of that one and the less time you spend in this itchy, worn, commoner attire the better.
