Army Of Maids

While getting way too excited in their celebrations, some of the knights attempted to stand up and dance—only for several of them to immediately regret it.

The moment they put weight on their broken limbs, a chorus of agonized screams erupted.

"AAARGH—! SHIT, MY LEG!"

"DAMN!—WHY DID I THINK THIS WAS A GOOD IDEA?!"

"I FORGOT MY RIBS WERE SHATTERED!"

"MOTHER OF GODS—IT HURTS!"

One knight, who had attempted a triumphant fist-pump, instantly collapsed back to the ground with a pained groan. Another, who had barely gotten to their feet, wobbled for half a second before crumpling back down, clutching their sides like they were dying.

The joyous celebration immediately turned into a symphony of agonized groans to which Aisha and Skadi both snapped their heads toward Cassius, their expressions flat like they were blaming him for their suffering.

Cassius simply shrugged, completely unbothered. "They were the ones who came to kill me first."