I wanted to scream and say ’no Kassie don’t do that’, but I figured as Kassie looked in her direction with a smirk that the comnt itself might have been intentional.
Maggie folded her hand over her breast and gave Kassie a cold death glare before stepping out of the Nave.
I glanced at her worriedly as she left, then returned my gaze to Kassie.
"Isn’t she dangerous?"
"Aren’t we all?"
I nodded. "Indeed, you do make a fair point."
She examined for a mont, her eyes lingering on my stance, my posture, the way I held myself differently than I had two months ago.
"I guess the sessions with the young lady must’ve been quite yielding..."
My eyes t Kassie’s and I answered with undisguised excitent.
"Actually, I didn’t even expect that it was going to be this helpful. I had just wanted to take knowledge from all useful sources, but so far so good, I haven’t even regretted it."
Kassie raised her chin slightly, her gaze sharpening as she looked at .
"I see. You must be so happy."
Sothing in her tone felt off, but I was too caught up in my own enthusiasm to examine it closely.
"Yes! So much! Did you see it? Did you notice how my movent has improved! I can also carry myself better now, like it’s just so amazing, I have no words—"
The last word died in my mouth just as my eyes found Kassie’s cold glare.
For so reason, she was looking at like she wanted to strangle with a pillow. There was sothing oddly familiar about that particular expression — usually, Kassie’s glare should be terrifying, vicious, the kind that made your survival instincts kick in. But this felt slightly different. Less murderous... More...
’Did I say sothing wrong?’
Did I even do sothing wrong? It was hard to say with these girls.
I stopped talking and chuckled shyly, rubbing the back of my neck.
"Is sothing... wrong?"
Kassie averted her gaze and exhaled slowly through her nose.
"Nothing..." She straightened, and whatever had been darkening her expression retreated behind her usual composure. "Since you’re moving better while consistently using enhanced hearing and movent, perhaps you can try wielding the sword with the weight bracelets."
’With?’
I was confident that without the weight bracelets, I was going to be able to lift and swing the sword properly. I had most certainly expected that she was going to ask to wield it without them, not with them.
I hesitated for a mont but answered her nonetheless.
I got ready, steadied my stance, and summoned the sword into my hand. Imdiately it settled into my grip, and I had expected my arm to be driven towards the ground — but my hand held.
Its familiar weight pressed into my palm, heavy but sohow manageable. In fact, manageable enough that I slowly lifted my arm and swung.
I swung once.
I swung again.
My muscles weren’t even close to burning.
Sothing warm expanded in my chest, pressing outward until I felt like I might burst from it. Two months. Two months of training, of aching arms and trembling legs and Kassie’s relentless corrections, and now—
I turned to Kassie, and I knew my face was doing sothing ridiculous. I could feel the grin stretching my cheeks, could feel the way my eyes had gone wide and bright like a child who’d just been handed a gift.
She smiled back and nodded.
"This is nice, Summoner. You managed to cross the foundational stage of training all in two months. It’s all thanks to your resolve and dedication."
Kassie was smiling. Openly! And complinting ! Openly!
Her lips stayed curled even as she saw that I was staring at her, a little bit caught in my own happiness and a little bit shocked that she was being so genuine about it. She didn’t seem to mind.
She shifted and stood straight, stretching freely as if releasing tension she’d been holding. Oh and did I ntion — Kassie wasn’t wearing those armors anymore. She hadn’t been for a while. So right now, my eyes were being fed with peak.
She wore a common gown of dull brown color, and the gown loved her body so much it was refusing to not cling to it. Her breasts lifted the fabric up slightly and drew it taut, leaving creases on her chest. Her hips flared beneath the cinched waist, and her ass raised a portion of the gown in a way that made always want to fall down and peek underneath to see if Spirits employed the concept of wearing panties.
Kassie caught my eyes and glared for a brief mont, warding off with the sharp look in her gaze.
But it did not last. She imdiately asked :
"Have you properly checked the sword?"
"Properly...?"
I first thought about what she ant by that, then I suddenly rembered.
’Of course you fool!’
How did I not think to do that?
’I guess too many things happened that I forgot.’
Now that I rembered, I focused on the sword. Its array of details floated right before my eyes.
[Spirit Gear]
Na: Frostfang Blade
Grade: Uncommon
Type: Weapon (Sword)
Base Effect:
- 20% Physical Damage
- Cold Touch: Attacks slow enemy movent (5% per hit, max 15%)
Durability: 100/100
SE cost: None (Passive)
[A blade forged from the spine of a frost serpent. The cold never fades]
The weight continued to settle into my hands as I read through the information, and I could feel satisfaction spreading warm through my chest. No spirit essence cost because it only had passive effects. Plus full durability.
Kassie’s voice ca just as I finished reading.
"Frostfang was my first weapon. I am quite sentintal towards the blade itself..."
She paused, as if she wanted to pay attention to her tone before continuing.
"On lonely nights, on days I thought were going to be my last, on days my clumsiness got the best of ... that sword kept saving my life over and over again. Until I learnt to beco fearso. Until I learnt to beco disastrous..."
Her voice had grown quieter, more distant, as if she were looking at sothing I couldn’t see.
"It was that sword that stood beside . Frostfang is my first companion, and I want it to be yours too..."
She looked at , and there was sothing vulnerable in her expression that I had never seen before.
"I... and Frostfang... will guide and guard you throughout your journey."
Sothing tightened in my chest. My eyes scrunched, burning at the edges as if tears were going to start pouring out any minute — but no, they weren’t. They just threatened, hovering sowhere behind my eyes, making everything feel too full.
"Does that an you acknowledge ?"
A small look of surprise appeared on her face, then she released a soft chuckle.
"Of course. Of course I do. I acknowledge you as my Master." She held up a hand before I could react. "This doesn’t set the free grounds for your perversion and ruinous behavior. But it does an I am willing to see beyond your stupidity and accept the person you’re consistently trying to hide away from everyone."
I frowned in defense.
"I’m not hiding anything."
Kassie scoffed. "Sure."
I stood there looking at her. She stood, returning the stare with a small smile on her face.
Gods know... that smile was so annoying.
Why was it so annoying especially now?
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