“Ah… it’s not that I don’t trust you, but this boss isn’t equivalent to a normal level 5 mini-boss.” I explained awkwardly. “Gram’s Passage should be a level 100 dungeon, but he’s not allowed it to grow. That stored mana had to go somewhere. Since no one has ever broken past the 1st level, then this monster is likely very difficult.”
“I understand, Master, but I would still like to try.” Faeyna declared. “Master needs strong women beside him. I’m afraid I’ll fall behind if I don’t keep up.”
“That…”
“It’s okay, Husband, Matty, and I will provide support.” The witch lady spoke up.
“I will not!” Matty cried out. “And he’s not your husband! Stop seducing my mom… ahem… my monster!”
He was looking at me accusingly. Plus, Faeyna was giving me a look too. I had barely even talked to this witch. She was too old for my tastes. At least when it came to Astria and Elaya, they had an immortal youthfulness. This woman, on the other hand, looked to be about the age of my mother. It was undeniable she was cute, but I was too young to have children!
I shook my head. That wasn’t important right now. They were just trying to use such a thing to distract me so I would let them take risks without thinking.
“It’s too dangerous.”
“Master, I might be able to keep things a bit safer for her.” Alysia’s voice spoke up.
“Hmm? What’s that?”
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“I’ve been thinking about it recently, and when it comes to my ability to choose my form, I believe that I don’t necessarily need to remain a weapon.”
“Huh?”
“I believe that I could become a complete armor and weapon.”
“Seriously? You could be my armor too?”
“Well, not Master. I don’t have enough material to be both your weapon and your armor. However, for someone Faeyna’s size, I could temporarily protect her and lend her my power.”
It seemed like every time I thought I had a grasp on our abilities, I was reminded that we were only just scratching the surface. Alysia was more than just a blade. She was an intelligent person with her skills and fighting ability. When I used her, she could put her weight into attacks, causing them to be much more powerful than if I struck with another blade that lacked a soul. If this translated to armor, then she could probably redirect mana and strength to areas about to be attacked, providing increased defense. It left me curious.
“Alright, then, Alysia, protect Faeyna.”
“Yes!”
The sword that had been sitting on my side glowed for a second and then turned into a ball of light which rushed to Faeyna. She had been listening, but she was still surprised and let out a cry as the ball struck her. It immediately wrapped around her.
She let out a cry as the light seemed to tear away her clothing. Her hands raised as armor started to replace her clothing as fast as it disintegrated, but it still made the scene extremely erotic, especially since she kept letting out moans as she became one with Alysia. No, that wasn’t the right way to say it. She put herself inside Alysia. No, that was worse. Was it getting hot in there? I was sweating.
This was just a magical girl transformation. Nothing strange about that. There were many strange things about that, even for this world, but after experiencing such strange things countless times I had stopped fretting about it. I recalled even seeing a magical girl’s transformation once before, but that event was a source of trauma, so I immediately put it out of my head.
Faeyna finally finished her transformation. She was now armored… yet her outfit was still completely a maid’s outfit. Should she be fighting in a skirt? Why was a healthy amount of cleavage exposed? This armor was completely impractical! I decided not to think about it anymore.