Girl Talk

Punchy was the first to speak up. “Did he...just...?”

“Yes.” I nodded. “He ran away, crying like a little girl.”

“Oi, Oi your kidding me, right?”, Cass looked at the direction Mari disappeared with an especially slack jawed expression. “Don't tell me he is throwing a fucking tantrum. What a joke!”

“Watch yer tone, slaver!”, Punchy hissed while simultaneously wrestling with the kitty. “N-No. Aiju! We got to give him some space! Stay here!”

It was a valiant but useless effort as that still left knight girl vehemently banging on the bedroom door, screeching for her master.

“Fuck!” Cass cried out and kicked the table. “We fucking had it! If Daddy doesn’t get his shit together were all fucked! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”

Sheesh, how positively obnoxious.

Naturally, I had no intention of disgracing myself by acting like a fool. I kept my calm and gracefully sighed. “This is on you, Cass. Maybe if you hadn’t cackled like a mad woman he wouldn’t have run off like that. Perhaps it might be prudent for you to apologize?”

“Oh, don't you fucking pin this on me! You started braying first!”, Cass uncouthly snapped back.

“That’s true, Rice.” Punchy agreed. “Ya both should apologize to him.”

I rolled my eyes.“Unlike you, I modestly stifled my merriment like a proper lady. And what of it? Am I not allowed to be amused by this absurd of a tale? I wasn’t expecting Mari to be quite this...fragile.”

“Mari not weak. Is strong mate. Apologize.”

Lovely. Now the cat’s getting in on it too. “Your loyalty is truly admirable.” I faced the pet. “But that does not change the fact that he currently hides himself in the bedroom like a snot nosed brat.”

The cat did not like that. She glared at me and hissed. My, that angry expression just made me want to tease her more.

I challenged her glare. “Granted, I give him some modicum of skill, but getting toyed with by a Hebi-san?” I smirked at the cat and giggled for extra emphasis. “Face it, Kitty. Your mate is rather weak.”

The moment I finished speaking I had a ball of fur on me.

“Mari not weak!”, the frenzied feline screeched. “Gonna beat you!”

I immediately cast a shield on me. Actually, no I didn’t. I was pushed to the ground and desperately tried to prevent the crazy cat from scratching my eyes out.

“Eek! Get her off me! Femto! Help! Help me!”

“How dare you call my lord weak!” That was the Sexy-Knight. A very angry Sexy-Knight that currently was climbing over the second floor railing. “You will pay for this!”

Are you kidding me? S-She’s not going to jump is she? I don’t want to die by getting squashed by a Sexy-Knight!

“Stop this!”, someone screamed. “Fuck yeah! Fuck her up!” shouted someone else.

“TOOOOOO!!!!”

I got punched in the stomach and someone pulled my hair. I was in pure survival mode now. Biting, scratching, kicking. Everything goes.

SPLASH!

Eeeek!

Our catfight came to an abrupt end when someone dumped a bucket of ice cold water over all of us.

“Will all of you kindly calm down?” The maid looked down on us with her usual plastic smile. The sheer audacity of it caused indeed everyone to be shocked into silence.

“You fucking bitch”, Cass, dripping wet, was the first to pipe up. “The fuck you think you’re doing?”

“Reprimanding a couple of unruly slaves”, the maid replied, still with a mask of perfect politeness.

Impossibly enough, that actually got Cass to shut up.

The maid continued. “Considering your status, you all enjoy a tremendous degree of freedom. I imagine you wish to keep it this way. Which hence follows that Master Beta's mental state should be of the utmost priority to you.”

Being the voice of reason I am known for, I calmly wrung some water out of my hair. “Very well, we are listening. How do you propose we remedy Mari’s little...mental issue?”

But the maid merely shook her head and with an unbelievably bold smile on her lip said “It is not my place to offer up such advise. Please figure it out yourself.”

“What a joke”, Cass laughed and started shamelessly stripping her wet clothes off. “Fuck this, I’m going back to sleep. Wake me up when Daddy stops being a toddler.”

“That is your prerogative.” The maid smiled. “It is my prerogative to advise Master Beta, that it would be a wise idea for Miss Cassandra to enjoy an extended stay in our playroom, to adjust her manners.”

Cass responded to that with a silent curse. But figures that no one wants to be on the receiving end of Mari’s ire right now.

“Hm, verily…Mayhaps I was a bit out of line”, the Sexy-Knight finally admitted as she got up with as much dignity as she could muster. The cat merely mewled something about having beaten me.

“Might I suggest for the ladies to take a hot bath and discuss their further plan of action?”, the maid proposed, still all smiles. “It wouldn’t do for you to get a cold.”

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“So here we are”, Cass remarked helpfully, as she spread her legs out annoyingly wide in the small hot spring. “Now what?”

“Drowning the slaver sounds like a good start”, Fisti suggested.

“I'd like to see you try, little girl.”

This was going swimmingly. The kitty was still staring daggers at me, while the Sexy-Knight tried her best to not faint from embarrassment.

Looks like it is once again up to me to save the day. I coughed once to get everyone’s attention. “As Mari has so magnificently demonstrated he is in a rather poor state, mentally speaking. It thus follows that our course of action should be to alleviate this.”

“You don’t say. Do you have anything worthwhile to add?”

“I wasn't finished yet, Cass. Mari clearly has a complex about this Snakegirl and desperately craves support from us. Perhaps a pep speech that we believe in him. That he can totally beat the snakegirl. You know, all that touchy feely stuff.”

I took a gander at everyone’s faces. Yeah, nobody present is capable of doing anything even remotely of the sort.

“I...I failed you my Looooooord!”, the Sexy-Knight was on the verge of crying. “To suffer such indignity, such humiliation. How could you possibly expect to ever show your face in public ever again!”

“Thank you, for proving my point”, I smiled and enjoyed the pleasant temperature of the water for a bit. “Well, us making fun of him like that(even if he totally deserves it) didn't help matters.”

“Right”, Punchy shifted herself uncomfortably in the water. She actually seemed to feel guilty about laughing. Adorable.

“So what’s the plan?”, Cass asked impatiently. “Do we just rehearse some bullshit lines that sounds all fancy and emotional?”

“No”, I shook my head. “The time of words is over. We need to demonstrate that we completely believe in his victory through actions.”

“O-of course I believe in my Lord!”, Sexy-Knight predictably blustered. “I will happily sacrifice myself to embolden his spirit!”

“Mari is strong, Mari going to win”, added Kitty cat.

I sighed. “You two fangirls are not the issue. The problem cases are, Cass, Punchy and last but certainly not least, myself.”

“Don’t call me that!”, Punchy complained. “And I believe in him!”, she then hastily added.

“No you don't”, Cass responded. “How often have you gushed about your beloved Lady Sylphid and how much stronger she is? You know what that does to a guy's self esteem?”

“That's not the same thing!”

“N-Nevermind that”, Sexy-Knight jumped upwards, exposing her huge boobs to everyone. “How do we fix our lord?”

I smirked. Naturally, I knew exactly how to fix him.