My Servant System-Chapter 1384 - 1383: Story Time

"Did uh... did something happen outside? You seem a little... angry..."

Mom Chordeva stood warily off to the side as she watched me emerge from the sea of blood I had just spilt, the simplicity of this Trial allowing me to vent as much as I needed while doing something I absolutely loved; spilling blood.

She was watching me like I was some dangerous animal that might bite her, her eyes holding that wary twinge that barely concealed the amusement she felt for what I had done and what had likely led to this.

"Nothing serious, just some... I suppose we could label it as a ’lover’s spat’, if we absolutely must define it. No actual hard feelings or resentment, but I am a little bit frustrated with what happened... and this was just the Trial I needed."

"Convenient enough that there was a surplus of ’kill’ Trials for us to complete, though I am a bit let down by the rather... petty rewards. However... I suppose the reward itself is the burning of our muscles and releasing of these pent of feelings, no?"

The way she was trying to mask her disappointment that we were doing this for just a paltry amount of rewards was rather sweet, and I knew that this was entirely something that benefited me and not her or the older Demoness who joined us.

Neither one wanted to admit it - and neither seemed to actually care that much about it - but I still felt bad about dragging them with me to have my opportunity to vent, so I decided to just... throw a bone, I suppose.

We were facing off against waves of goblins, skeletons and other low level and bland monsters - we were meant to be drowned beneath a sea of bodies, apparently, and so this was an entry level Trial of endurance - so it didn’t really require much active thought.

Just swing my Falcata to slice open these monsters, whack some with my War Pick and blast them with my magic, in any order; that was all that needed to be done since I was quicker and stronger than anything we faced by a mile.

"Let’s talk about something more interesting, yeah? It makes me curious, the whole Demon Clans thing. It makes sense that a race of people would stick together, but how did they become three separate branches that were heavily specialized in certain things?"

As another wave of goblins rushed towards us from the other side of the forest, I continued to clean my gear and prepare for them while looking between the two, curious about the history and wanting to take my mind off of how I had been subjected to twenty minutes of ’brutal torture’ thanks to my mate.

"Do you want the real answer or the one that’s written down in books?"

The amusement in Lilith’s tone made both Mom and I raise a brow, so I looked to Mom first and listened to her as she gave me the latter, wanting to get both and try and figure out why things had changed.

"The books - both open to the public and our own records - all describe each Clan as an offshoot of a larger, more unified Clan way back when. Typically opposites attract so you would assume that the muscle heads would find themselves someone more calm and grounded to marry, but...

Well, apparently we weren’t like that and instead we just went towards the people that were like us. Started creating groups within the group and focused on honing the talents we had. Some had better bodies, some had stronger Cores, and others had better minds. They just kept to themselves and then... voila, the Clans were created."

"That is very... janky. Like you tried to whittle down a thousand page tome in just a handful of sentences."

Mom clicked her tongue and rolled her eyes as she hefted her Claymore yet again, staring at the oncoming horde and saying "’Cause I did, you stupid brat. That’s as simple as simple gets.", earning herself a chuckle from Lilith, who was wreathed in all four elements.

"Yes, well... sorry to burst the bubble, but it’s even simpler than that. That large Clan you believe existed..? It didn’t. Nowhere near as numerous, anyways, because if it did exist this Empire would be entirely Demonic. No, the reason there are three different Clans is of my own design.

You see, I fancied this talented mage once; for about three years we were together, and I used a large amount of magic to spur things on, allowing me to sire quite a few children. Then, years later I fancied a silver tongued thief who hoped to steal from me. One single night of passion resulted in triplets, and they inherited said silver tongue... each of them had a large harem of their own to help catch up to their magically inclined cousins.

Finally, I ended up getting into a rather precarious situation, one where I almost died. A not so dashing Demoness saved me with her brutish strength, claimed me as her prize and had her way with me... vigorously. Repeatedly. Those were a fun four years...

So, that’s the reason; my blood goes all the way back to each Clan’s start, but because I merely started the bloodlines the resulting generations thinned it out repeatedly, so... well, we needn’t get into specifics."

Both Mom and I were rather stunned at that, while the woman herself just smirked at us before obliterating a large swathe of the goblins with just a wave of her hand, using all four of those elements to erase them from existence in what was likely a very painful yet quick death.

"You’re telling me... that we all are just... what..?"

A goblin leaped at Mom only to become intimately acquainted with her boot as she kicked it away, sending it flying into its brethren as a broken mess that only served to give her a moment of focus.

"That all of the Clans were the result of me having some very incredible nights? Yes, that is the truth. If you were aware of just how bland history could be, I think you would actually cry. Those heroes, villains, people of myth and everything else are just...

Exaggeration will always happen in stories that are passed down. The more important and influential the stories are the more exaggerated they are. Those armies back then that killed thousands while numbering in the low hundreds? They actually numbered in the thousands themselves, but it doesn’t sound as good...

Or the dashing Prince that slayed a powerful Drake that had been threatening the Kingdom? He cried and cried when he lost his hand, but everyone swears he was blessed with a golden one because of his heroism and not that the Witch who helped him was actually a genius of her generation..."

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Lopping the head off of a goblin, I held back a laugh as I saw Mom’s brain short circuit a few times, the Demoness who was so proud of her history now staring right at it and having to come to grips with her origin being something so... mundane and slightly scandalous.

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