After Mamoru had given her report, she was ready to leave when Light arrived. The Maid Of Steel remained calm as she could, but even her presence was shook by Light’s abnormal existence. Her resistances, as well as certain mental fortifications provided by her class, allowed Mamoru to mostly be able to withstand Light’s madness aura, but the fact Mamoru can still feel it’s presence was telling that it was quite powerful.

Stranger still, Rodias insisted on laying Light for her services. Fundamentally Mamoru understood the purpose of paying others for services rendered, but not only was Rodias in a position where he could simply ask and his will would be done, but Mamoru questioned what exactly they could use the gold for. She vaguely remembers the Creators using Yggdrasil money to pay for goods and services back in their old realm, but that was an ability exclusive to the Creators. And now that they were not longer in Yggdrasil, Mamoru wasn’t even sure if that was possible for Rodias.

Finally Light was to assist with interrogations. That was fine with Mamoru: she can be a little scary when bullying others, but she doesn’t really have the abilities to actually torture anyone. Light is much more suited for a task like that. “I’m afraid I won’t be much help in questioning our guests, but I have the upmost faith in your abilities. If you’ll excuse me, I shall begin coordinating the skeleton butlers and have them prepare for further instructions. Farewell, Lord Rodias.” Mamoru bowed out and would return to her room, and from there she’ll begin her own scheme. She needed to stay here and take care of the Chateau, as was her duty. But that’s why she had other people, namely herself.

Once in the privacy of her chambers Mamoru began to buff herself using her skills until she was able to max out her stats. From there she proceeded to create multiple clones, copying her stats though with a largely reduced health maximum. Once she had gathered at least over fifty of these clones, Mamoru cleared her throat and spoke plainly to them. “Alright ladies, you know why I brought you here. I’ll have to ask you to please refrain from goofing off, because you all get the fun job: go out into these lands, disguise yourselves as mere travelers, and learn everything you can about this world. Each of you should take a Bone Phone so we can stay in contact. If something is truly dire, you know what to do. Dismissed!”

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Meanwhile Bone Daddy gathered up the bones of the previous victims. The bones alone could be constructed into a low level skeletal servant, but any information he could gain from them requires their jaw bones. As he worked he heard music and wasn’t sure if that was normal in this world or not. It did remind him however that he should try and better hide this place. The strange yellow ropes his masters left here was not going to work to keep people away. Fortunately, a skeleton mage is well equipped to disguise themselves and their lairs. With a simple large image illusion spell, where the ritual sight was suppose to be Butterfly replaces it with a large tree. Visually it would appear to be a large tree but physical inspection will allow anyone to see behind the truth. Still this will serve as a visual camouflage if nothing else.

Secondly Butterfly would set up a few wards. Two layers: one to alert him of the presence any creature, even bugs and insects, and more importantly anyone else who might come here searching for the ruins. The second ward would specifically affect living creatures who weren’t strong enough to bypass the wards magic. This magic would cause them to simply get disoriented and make them move away from the warded area. Undead creatures, constructs, or any person strong enough to withstand the Magics effects would be able to continue onwards, but Butterfly doubts anyone but his masters could withstand the wards without suffering from some vertigo.

Finally for himself, Butterfly used an illusion to transform himself into a dryad. He figured such creatures may be native to these woods and would allow him to more easily traverse the place without always having to hide, and still have a certain air of mystery to ensure that common folk don’t interfere with him. Though once he finished these preparations, including creating the skeleton servant to act as the physical sentry of this location, Butterfly was curious about this strange music he was hearing. Telepathically commanding then sentry, he had him stay guard while Butterfly investigates.