The Exiled Lord: My Maid is a Battle Goddess

Chapter 337: Gherlos’s Contract

Gherlos fidgeted with her fingers, rubbing them together nervously as she glanced at Ophelia standing beside Phield and Rosalia sitting nearby with her chin resting on her hand.

She had already fought Ophelia before. As for the other breathtaking beauty, one look was enough to tell that she was also a Divine Chosen. Since the woman wasn’t releasing any divine power, her rank couldn’t be determined.

With strength like theirs, there was no way Phield would abandon powerful subordinates and choose someone like her instead.

A deep disappointment surfaced in her eyes.

"Are you planning to reward me to one of your subordinates?"

She was completely alone now. Phield was powerful, had decent character, and was pleasing to look at. No matter how she looked at it, he seemed like an excellent choice.

"Huh? Of course not."

Phield was stunned.

He could take things from others all day long, but giving away what was his? That was another matter entirely.

Anything could be given as a reward.

A Divine Chosen, however, was absolutely out of the question.

Jamie’s eyes lowered slightly as she spoke in a deliberately tempting tone.

"Phield, I advise you not to recruit this little bitch. Killing her and taking her Divine Artifact would be the better option."

"If she could betray me, she can betray you too. Don’t forget that this scheming woman caused the deaths of an entire city by herself."

"Besides, we’re in the process of reviving the Divine Chosen of Destruction. If we succeed, you’ll have much better choices."

"You..."

Gherlos nearly coughed up blood from anger.

"Don’t bother arguing with her."

Phield spoke plainly.

"I went through all this trouble because I want to contract you."

"Then your..."

Although she had secretly hoped for exactly that outcome, Gherlos still could not believe her ears.

She pointed toward the two women standing beside him.

She had nearly forgotten that the fact Phield could contract multiple Divine Chosen was unknown to everyone else.

"We aren’t contracted to Phield, so you don’t need to worry."

Rosalia might normally be outrageous, but when it came to important matters, she never hesitated to help.

She immediately provided an opening.

"Exactly. Phield? He’s just a loser. We’re not close at all."

Ophelia waved both hands dismissively with a look of disgust.

"I see..."

Gherlos looked confused.

She distinctly remembered Ophelia happily calling him "Lord" over and over again.

"Could this be some kind of roleplay?"

"Whatever. No matter what, it’s better than Night Owl and the Shadow World Sect."

"I was defeated and captured. Even if you wanted to skin me alive right now, I wouldn’t have any way to resist."

Lifting the black robe, Gherlos revealed her flawless white legs.

The mark of the Goddess of Slaughter appeared.

With a slightly embarrassed expression, she straightened her toes and practically pushed her leg into Phield’s arms.

"Nice."

Phield immediately felt relieved.

At least all his effort had not been wasted.

An invisible connection of divine power flowed between them.

The contract was completed instantly.

Name: Gherlos Bluedaffodil

Rank: First Tier (Divine Chosen of Slaughter)

Divine Artifact: Blooddrinker Scythe (Companion Sub-Artifact: Cursed Puppet)

A complex weapon born for slaughter. Special Ability: Cursed Puppet. A deceptive puppet capable of continuously using combat techniques. It can convert collected blood into razor-sharp threads used for cutting and restraint.

Divine Skill: Bloody Ember Dye

Temporarily grants high-speed enhancement. Its attacks inflict massive single-target damage and apply a negative status effect: Blood Coagulation Failure, greatly weakening the target’s recovery abilities.

Talent: Mana Collector

Capable of absorbing combat techniques and mana. The collected mana can be used by the puppet to cast abilities. Special elemental mana can also grant special effects to the Divine Artifact.

Note: At First Tier, a maximum of three combat techniques and three special mana attributes can be stored.

Territory Bonus: None

Army Bonus: None

Lord Bonus: Through bodily fluids, collected mana attributes may be transferred to the lord, causing the lord’s mana attribute to change accordingly.

Note: This effect is inactive if the lord possesses no mana.

"What a complicated mechanic."

Phield read through her abilities three times before fully understanding them.

"No wonder she kept throwing out random combat techniques during her fight with Little Chubby Dragon. She can actually collect combat techniques."

In short, Gherlos was the exact opposite of Rosalia.

She was a pure skill-based combat Divine Chosen.

Phield sighed in amazement.

"I never thought Nightfall Domain, which always focused on raw stats, would start introducing technical gameplay."

After the contract was completed, Gherlos let out a long breath.

A trace of color returned to her face from sheer relief.

A lord was far more trustworthy than a complete stranger.

"Hehe."

Turning toward Jamie, Gherlos flashed a mischievous grin and raised a victory sign.

"I win."

"Don’t celebrate too early."

Jamie spat unhappily.

"Just wait until the endless pursuit from the Shadow World Sect begins."

"How uncivilized."

Gherlos frowned in disgust.

"Don’t spit on the floor. That spot might be where you’ll be resting later."

Turning back toward Phield, she scratched her head somewhat awkwardly.

"My name is Gherlos. You’re Phield, right?"

"That’s right. Phield Ross."

Seeing Gherlos simply nod thoughtfully, Phield smiled and added,

"The Vigor Elixir you mentioned earlier was actually created by me."

"Huh?"

The disaster that had corrupted an entire generation of Imperial youth had actually been created by her own lord.

Gherlos froze for three full seconds.

Then she silently removed the robe, neatly folded it, and placed it aside.

Gathering her hair behind her, she knelt down.

Assuming a full prostration posture, she pressed herself against the floor.

"I’ll be in your care from now on."

"I’m still pure, so please don’t get too carried away."

The most absurd part was that she was facing the wrong direction.

The side she clearly intended to hide was pointed directly toward Phield.

"???"

The room fell into suffocating silence.

"No looking, loser!"

Ophelia inhaled sharply.

Then she slapped Gherlos so hard that she flew across the room.

"You perverted woman! Stop corrupting my Phield!"

"Phield is already pretty corrupt."

Rosalia calmly lifted her teacup and took a sip.

"Oww, oww, oww! Why did you hit me?"

Gherlos looked on the verge of tears.

"I already surrendered!"

Cough, cough.

Suppressing his turbulent emotions, Phield wiped the blood from beneath his nose.

Giving a thumbs-up, he expressed his complete approval.

"The Vigor Elixir was just a potion I accidentally created."

"I’ve never even used it myself. I only export it as a product."

"I’m not a pervert."

"Oh~ I see."

Gherlos nodded with an expression of sudden understanding.

"Then, Phield, what are we going to do next?"

"Let’s talk while we eat."

Phield removed a pot of vegetable soup from above the campfire.

"We’ll have to make do for today. Most of the decent food in the city has already been eaten by magical beasts."

"Okay."

Gherlos cautiously glanced at Ophelia before quietly moving beside Phield.

Lowering her voice, she whispered,

"Phield, be careful of that woman. She’s really scary."

"Unlike me, who only knows how to care about my lord~"

"Let’s all try to get along."

Phield almost failed to keep a straight face.

Ophelia really was fierce, but she was still a kind person.

Being scolded by her a few times was hardly a big deal.

"Oh, right."

Gherlos suddenly spoke again.

"Do we have any spare clothes? Mine were destroyed."

As she said that, she looked toward Jamie, who was quietly drinking soup nearby.

A meaningful smile appeared on her lips.

"Miss Jamie..."

"Do you still need your clothes?"