My Servant System

"Let's try the healing or poisonous properties of it first; Leone, take the Volcanic Rosemary and grind it finely before adding it to the blood. If the blood has healing properties, the herb should increase the mana inside the blood and give it a slightly sweet scent. If not, then the blood should darken and smell slightly acrid. Lorelei, take some Obsidian Scale Mushroom and do the same. You know the reactions of it, right?"

As I grabbed the red bristled herb, I saw Mother nod as she picked a black mushroom from one of the many planters, setting it down and beginning to chop it with the knife that Mom handed her.

To start, I took the stem of the red herb and began to slide my hand down its stem, removing the various bristle like leaves and separating them entirely, leaving me with a pile of leaves and the stem.

Placing the stem to the side, I placed the leaves into the mortar and began to grind them down, turning it from a small pile of red cylinders into a red pulp that stuck to the pestle, with me getting enough to form a small coin; I didn't need that much, after all.

Cleaning off the pestle, I took the vial of blood that Aunt Igna handed me and observed the blue blood for just a moment, admiring the liquid and wondering what result I would get before taking a small scoop of the Volcanic Rosemary pulp and dropping it into the vial.

The red paste plopped into the blue liquid, and with that same small spoon that I used to transfer the pulp, I started to mix the two together, changing the blue liquid into a deep violet as they began to combine.

Mom leaned on the table beside me, observing the changes alongside me as I continued to stir and mix the two ingredients, nodding to herself and muttering "Sweet... So this Fiend's blood has healing properties?"

I nodded alongside her, speaking after a few more moments as I recalled "The Fiend had regenerative properties. Natural too, not mana based. I think, anyways; too much was happening far too quickly to make detailed observations, but... Any damage done to it would begin to heal after a few seconds. Anput cut it many times just for the wounds to close, while Jahi's blade caused severe wounds that took longer to heal... Perhaps that was just its own nature?"

"Perhaps. I know that Drake flesh and Wyrm flesh - as well as their blood - has regenerative properties, and that translates to alchemical reactions as well. Some of the best healing potions on the market are brewed with their blood, while the rich buy their meat to ward off sickness and remain healthy. As well as for the taste."

Aunt Igna cut off another slice of the meat and stared at it, before glancing at Mom as she added "Should I? I sincerely doubt a tiny portion would cause me irreparable harm. Especially cooked in Dragon's Fire..."

We all looked at the Dragon in surprise, our minds taking a second to process what she was saying before we froze as Mom nodded, causing Aunt Igna to roast the meat with a flare of magic, cooking it instantly.

Without hesitation she opened her mouth and ate the flesh of the Fiend, chewing on it for a few seconds before gulping it down, practically having inhaled the six or so ounces of meat that she just rudimentarily cooked.

"Hmm... No pain, no poison... Surprising... Huh. It does regenerate mana quite quickly, and the amount inside the meat is high. Probably... like an hour's worth of latent regeneration inside a small piece like that?"

Licking her lips, Aunt Igna nodded and added "Tastes alright too. Slightly tough, but it has a naturally strong, bloody taste. Maybe that could be cooked out..?"

Monica gagged beside me, while Aunt D'Arcon just curled her lip in mild disgust; as for me, I was staring at Aunt Igna with a conflicted gaze, which made the Dragon chuckle as she said "It's the same reaction all the time... do I need to remind you lot that I'm a Dragon? I've eaten people before. Stopped because it was getting too annoying to keep nabbing the good ones."

Mom shook her head and sighed, while Mother ignored Aunt Igna and instead focused on her vial again, leaving me to stare at Aunt Igna, still conflicted - and even more so now that I heard that.

"Don't look so surprised, Leone. Your ancestors ate mortal flesh as well. Hell, some would argue that your need for blood is still just as disgusting as eating the flesh; after all, few other races actively drink blood and can stomach it. Most have terrible reactions to the liquid... insanity being one such reaction. Though..."

"The same goes for the meat, Igna. No one eats people anymore, at least in the Empire. We're civilized enough to not eat mortals now..."

"Eh~? Who cares~?"

Tilting her head, Aunt Igna just grinned at Mom before gesturing to the slab of meat in front of us, saying "I mean, if you don't want such a bountiful meal, then please, allow me~! I quite liked it~!"

Monica gagged again, turning away and refusing to look at Aunt Igna, who just chuckled some more as she observed us all.

"It has strengthening properties as well it seems. Really, this blood is quite the valuable haul... Regenerative and strengthening... and we haven't even tried the bone powder yet. And who knows if the Begum can alloy the other bones and scales to metals... though we should have Ba'Ruk do some as well, just so we can guarantee something comes out of this."

Mom looked towards Mother and nodded, before taking the vial from her hand and staring at the deep blue liquid that sloshed around as she shook it, admiring the reaction before handing it back to Mother.

"Well, it really would seem that the Fiend was quite beneficial for us. Both as a way to see your collective strength as well as the materials harvested."