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"It fits well," Gondor said with a content expression. He had been puffing on a pipe, but now, he placed it down.
Ten days had passed since they set sail. The shortened journey meant the forge work had to hasten, but quality couldn't be compromised due to the reduced work time. By trimming even his sleeping hours, Gondor managed to complete the two suits of armor that had been commissioned by Eugene.
"It's incredibly light."
"Right? There's no hindrance in movement. It feels as if I'm wearing nothing at all."
Ciel and Dezra exclaimed in delight as they inspected each other's armor. They were both impressed by the design. Despite the armor covering the chest and abdomen fully, there was no discomfort when they bent their bodies.
Curious about the armor’s strength, Ciel flexed her fingers and summoned sword-force. She gently brushed it against the armor's surface.
The sword-force blade Ciel used remained intact against the armor, and the mana surrounding the armor also remained unshattered. The armor itself seemed unaffected, without even a hint of vibration. Feeling amazed, Ciel intensified her sword-force, but even then, not a single scratch appeared on the armor.
"It's made from the scales of an Ancient Dragon, particularly one known to be extremely old. A blade of that caliber won't leave a mark," Gondor explained.
"Seems we won't die from a blade anytime soon,” commented Dezra, impressed.
"Don't be foolish, Dezra. Just because you wear good armor doesn't mean you can be reckless. It only protects your torso after all,” said Ciel while dismissing her sword-force with a click of her tongue.
Gondor chuckled...
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