CHAPTER 134: ELYNDRA, MIRA, ARIA, NYX, AND ISOLDE’S ROUND TABLE MEETING

[Class Exclusive Skill: Servants of Sloth

Skill Rank: SSS

Skill Abilities:

(1) You can summon Servants of Sloth to perform tasks without lifting a finger. They act autonomously, needing only your idle intent to function.

(2) Servants can achieve impossible feats within your conceptual power limit. If an object doesn’t exist or is irretrievable, they can create or alter reality to fulfill the task.

(3) Each servant’s strength mirrors your current power and scales with your accumulated idleness multiplier.

(4) Servants inherit your passive sloth-based judgments, allowing them to enforce your rulings across distances and realms.

(5) Servants persist indefinitely unless dismissed and can handle warfare, diplomacy, or divine-scale objectives without you leaving your bed.]

The Servants of Sloth were an SSS-rank class exclusive skill from Mira’s SSS-rank Slothful Adjudicator class.

Even when Mira shamelessly slept as soon as their Awakener Team arrived on the Shattered Throne World and never woke up since they arrived, Elyndra and her teammates never complained.

It was all due to those servants. And the fact that Mira’s slumber was merely her conserving energy, as while asleep, she could still communicate with the outside world and even command the Servants of Sloth.

Like Elyndra, Mira also had a special stat attribute, and it was none other than the Sloth stat attribute. The higher her Sloth stat attribute, the stronger she becomes. Although the stockpiled power was temporary, a significant percentage of it became permanent.

In other words, Elyndra became stronger the more subjects she had, while Mira became stronger the more she slept!

Thanks to the Servants of Sloth, Mira’s contribution was by no means small. It could be said that it was all thanks to her that the empire was built, as her servants could do anything.

Whether it was mining rare metals that Aria needed to build her machinery or even building the royal capital city’s infrastructure, they were all done by the Servants of Sloth.

As long as it didn’t exceed Mira’s power level by a huge gap, she could command them to do things even she couldn’t do. Whatever she wanted, her servants would fulfill it as long as they could.

Because of that, Elyndra’s empire didn’t have to use prisoners of war as slaves to do the hardest labor, as Mira’s servants could complete them all.

Indubitably, their Awakener Team couldn’t do without Mira, as even the information gathering work was done by her servants. Even when they arrived here for the first time, the Servants of Sloth could immediately provide a detailed world map as well as intel about the top forces within the world.

If Ainsworth relied on divination due to how cheating his Ultimate Freedom (SSS) was, then Mira instead used her Servants of Sloth to do whatever she wanted to do, even while asleep.

Unlike labor slaves, the Servants of Sloth would never get tired in a physical sense, and they could even absorb energy from the surroundings instead of burdening Mira with the energy cost for maintaining their existence.

The only exception would be if Mira commanded them to fight against others, as that would require her to expend her own energy, or else the Servants wouldn’t last long in battle. After all, their greatest purpose was to do all the miscellaneous things that Mira and the girls couldn’t be bothered to deal with.

For combat-related matters, it was mostly left to Elyndra, Nyx, or even Aria. Mira was too lazy to deal with such matters, as she preferred to sleep and conserve her energy.

Under the Servants of Sloth’s continuous and sleepless work, the royal capital of Valford became prosperous and bustling with citizens who kept praising the magnanimity, power, and wisdom of their Empress.

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Inside the Valford imperial palace’s Throne Hall, which was soon to become the seat of the restored Throne of Unity, the team had gathered for the first time since their victory over Veylan Altharion.

Sunlight streamed through the stained glass, painting the polished obsidian floor with hues of crimson and gold.

At the far end of the hall stood a massive round table where fragments of the SS-rank Throne of Unity floated in midair, slowly rotating and glowing faintly as if yearning to become whole again.

Aria Luthien Veyra sat cross-legged atop the table, her long, ashen gray hair, tied in twin tails, dangled as she fiddled with a floating micro-drone.

Her azure eyes beneath her azure goggles reflected blue light while she welded two shards together, muttering at rapid speed about "rune harmonics" and "sigil polarity realignment."

As an SSS-rank Machina Maker, her mastery over machines, engineering, technology, and anything related to science and tech was the greatest. She even possessed blueprints of Star Destroying Lasers, Planet Buster Cannons, Dyson Spheres, Magic Mechas, and many more high-tech machinery, but she had yet to create them in the Shattered Throne World.

Even with the assistance of Mira’s servants and Nyx, Aria deemed it too impractical, whether from a resource or time viewpoint, to create a Planet Buster Cannon as a nuke that could destroy a large mountain was more than enough.

Aria also knew that her position in the team, aside from granting technological convenience, was that if they were unlucky enough to be in a Sci-fi Otherworld, she’d be able to greatly assist her teammates and gain a foothold in such a world.

But since they arrived in a medieval era fantasy world, Aria only created guns and tanks to give these medieval era natives some modern weaponry shock.

Nyx Noctivane leaned against a nearby column, silent and statuesque in her black-and-crimson robes. Floating grimoires orbited her lazily, their pages turning on their own as she studied forbidden restoration spells that could aid Aria’s engineering.

Her crimson eyes, calm as a moonless night, occasionally flickered toward Mira as if making sure their slumbering judge remained undisturbed.

When it came to forbidden knowledge and magic, Nyx, as an SSS-rank Forbidden Magic Spellcaster, was the most proficient, as she had even mastered the sigil power system of the Shattered Throne World. Because of that, aside from being the most active in wars against other territories, she assisted Aria the most in inscribing sigils and runes on Aria’s machinery.

Isolde Marrowind stood beside the stained glass, her emerald eyes soft as her radiant staff hovered at her side. Despite the golden shimmer of holy light that emanated from her presence and even reflected from her golden blonde hair, her expression carried a hint of exasperation as she adjusted her cleric’s attire.

Among the five of them, she had the lowest DPS, but it was entirely due to her SSS-rank Miracle Support class. Whether it was healing, buffing, removing curses, and whatnot, Isolde was the best support as her rule-based ability was based on the concepts of "miracles".

Whether it was reviving the dead or cleaning a plague, Isolde was more than capable of doing so, and due to that, she was highly valued by her teammates, even if she didn’t participate in most wars.

While the five of them were gathered in the Throne Room, Isolde glanced toward Elyndra and teased gently, "You know, if Ainsworth could see this empire you’ve built for him, he’d probably faint on the spot."

Elyndra ignored the jab. Draped in her imperial battle regalia, with obsidian armor lined in gold filigree and a flowing crimson cloak, she radiated raw sovereignty even without activating her Ruler’s Aura.

Her hand rested on the hilt of her sword as she stood at the table’s edge, gazing at the floating throne shards with the same unyielding resolve that had conquered kingdoms and crushed cults.

At the far side of the table floated Mira Evadne Whitmore. She rested atop an enormous, plush white pillow, her golden-blond hair spilling in lazy waves down to the marble floor.

She had been asleep since their arrival six months ago, her crimson eyes never once opening, her posture unchanged. Yet even in slumber, her aura blanketed the hall in calm stillness, a Judicature Veil that silently nullified unnecessary movement.

Whenever Aria’s welding sparks flared too brightly or Nyx’s magic surged too violently, invisible pressure bent causality itself to correct the disturbance before it could inconvenience Mira’s rest.

The Servants of Sloth floated nearby, occasionally adjusting her pillow or brushing dust from her pajamas, though no dust dared settle on her to begin with.

Despite her seemingly total absence from the meeting, Mira’s soft, dreamlike voice drifted across the room, resonating directly into their minds.

"You’re overcomplicating the reconstruction... The Throne’s fragments already resonate with each other. Force isn’t needed. Judgment will guide it."

Aria flinched slightly but grinned. "Right, right... lazy judgment magic mumbo-jumbo, got it. I’ll try to let the thing judge itself into place."

Nyx’s lips curved faintly. "She hasn’t lifted a finger since we arrived, yet she’s still stronger than before. How much Judgment Power has she stockpiled now?"

Elyndra’s gaze shifted briefly to Mira, her imperial demeanor softening for just a heartbeat. "Enough to erase an island. That’s why she’s one of our trump cards. Aria’s nuke may flatten mountains, but Mira? She pacifies wars in her sleep."

Isolde chuckled softly. "At this point, I’m convinced she’s the only one of us who truly understood the meaning of a vacation."