My Servant System Novels & Stories

"Not at all, Jasyn." "I have never been in the army, I have only served someone who decided to train his army." "You were a slave?" Jasyn asked. "Where do you come from?" "Slave? I said I served. Where I come from, we see assistance as service. I wouldn't say I assisted him, I would say I served him. My assistant served me too." "How nice," Jasyn commented. "Well these people will be here till morning, we can also wait. Tell our people on your way to keep watch and not lose guard."

Nothing else. "Can you tell him to wait until tomorrow? My body is very tired tonight," I say to the male servant. "Do you think I control everything?" he replies sarcastically. "If you have something to say, say it directly to him. I have no connection to your affairs whatsoever." "I know, but can't you convey it to him?" I ask again. "Tsk! I can't!" and he snaps at me. In reality, I have already realized where this conversation is heading. The male servant clearly will not comply with my wishes, considering he is nothing more than a slave. No better than my status as a prisoner here.

“Dear citizens of Lycara, as you all know today is the day of the selection and allocation. I have received all your applications for new servants.” “For those who are not aware, there are three categories of servants.” She said looking towards us, the new selection. “General servants — these sets of humans are allocated to a household or the castle to work there, this could be as a cleaner, nanny, gardener or cook.” “Pack caregivers — these humans are responsible for taking care of the pack as a whole. Cleaning up after the warriors finish training, farming, weeding, fishing and so on.” “Personal entertainers — as the name implies, these humans are given to a specific master to attend to pe

And much more. Ban: I think- I think it's Grey's status window. Lisa: Status window? Ban: Yes. It is similar to those in video games. However this contains the details of my 'slaves'-- Grey what does this say. Grey: It says here that my current job- SERVANT. And that below it, says. NEXT PROMOTION - RETAINER. It's a ranking system. It ranks my slaves and gives them promotions. I get it now. This is just like a game. Wait! Can I try this?

He wrote an ‘M’ in the centre of the circle and an ‘S’ at each end of the lines. Turning to his class he said, “The ‘M’ represents the master and the ‘S’ represents the servant which you all are. Now, for every one master, he or she can have up to one thousand servants but because we have the system called Legal Rights, one master is only able to feed once every seven years.” Hearing his words made Caiden frown, he raised his hand and asked, “Mr Mike, why is a master able to have many servants? Can a servant be a master too?”

Maybe something kind. He smirked, the kind that comes with trouble. "That’s my servant," he said casually, like it was the most normal thing in the world. Laughter exploded around the tent. My ears rang, not at the sound of laughter but at kael's words. Servant? The word hit me like a punch in my gut. He didn't even call me a friend, not even classmates or schoolmates. Not even acquaintances. He called me his servant. What the fuck was his drunk ass thinking?

I’m doomed, but because I’d rather chew caterpillars than verbally admit to him that he’s right, I stay very silent. “I thought as much.” He senses my defeat and concludes. What an insensitive prick. “Is this the reward you spoke about?” I ask the second question buzzing in my mind. “You can think of it whatever you wish. Now, back to the issue of you being my personal servant.” Yes. Yes. That horrible reality. “A personal servant. What does that even mean?” I’m still feigning innocence as I ask the question. “Willow, with regards to the role you used to play in your father’s castle before you were brought here, I’m very sure you know perfectly well what the duty of a personal servant is.”

Rean shouted. The servent stopped shaking his head immediately. This side of his Boss was clearly more dangerous than his normal behaviour. He had immediately made a decision to never appear in front of his young master when he was drunk. "Are you going to answer me or not?" He asked. "About what Boss?" "Stupid! You are so stupid! No, the one who employed you here is stupid!" Rean said. "Boss, aren't you the one who employed me..." the servant mumbled under his breath but it was still clear and loud enough for Rean to hear.

She is a servant and that is mandatory for her. "Don't you want my services anymore young master?" She replied trying to sound stronger, while her legs and hands quivered.

She placed the coffee on the table with trembling hands, but managed not to spill any and took two big steps backwards. She waited for one of them to say something but they didn't, not waiting another second, she fled to be Kitchen. Taking a deep breath to calm her racing heart. "What are you doing here?" She heard the servant ask her. "You are to stand far from them but also remain in view until the King asks you to leave. Didn't you read any rules? Weren't you sent any?" The male sighed in exhaustion. "I was given. But I'm not a servant, I'm a slave. I shouldn't be serving coffee." Serena replied, her brows furrowed in confusion.