Seraphina tugged the leather strap until her ribs complained, then tightened it one notch further.
'Perfect. Absolutely impenetrable.'
She stood before the full-length mirror, critical eyes scanning her reflection. This wasn't just an adventure outfit; it was a tactical response to a localized pervert threat.
Her mind drifted back to a week ago. The Grand Summoning. The magic circle had glowed with a holy brilliance, and out stepped Arthur.
He looked so confused, blinking his beautiful emerald eyes, like a lost puppy looking for a home.
It was instant. Badump. Her heart had done a somersault. He saw her, and she saw him, and the air just crackled.
When she explained the dire situation of the kingdom, the Demon King, the darkness, the suffering, he didn't ask for money. He didn't ask for a safe house. He didn't ask to grope the royal staff.
"I will do it, Princess. My sword is yours."
'A true hero. Noble. Selfless. Dashin.'
And then there was... him.
