"I am thankful that you've chosen me to be your Slayer. I will not let you down."
"You have not, so far. And besides, I am glad that I have earned your respect with inducing fear into you."
Bryan's face flushed red as he turned to look at Mavislin's smile. Or grin, to be precise.
"I thought you were down for the count?" asked Bryan, his voice getting higher.
The Valkyrie could not help but laugh at Bryan's changed voice. He was not one to be flustered.
"Yea, but your insults and words made such an impression that it infiltrated my dreamland. But I'm glad I could earn your respect so quick."
"You did it the moment you risked your life to protect me. Many of the people I worked for just throw me into the fire. They use me as a meat shield. But you are the first to treat me like a human."
"Sometimes, humans are more monstrous than monsters are."
"Yea. To think that the first boss to treat me like a human would not be human at all."
"But I did mean what I say. I see my underlings as my children. I can't stand to see them on the brink of death. So, I will do my utmost best to both guide and train you on this mission," promised Mavislin as she gave a warm smile.
"You know, I've grown accustomed to your smile. You should do that more often. Makes you prettier," noted Bryan, pointing at her face.
"Really?" asked Mavislin, tilting her head.
"Yep," said Bryan.
The two were being broken apart as Ysabeau came to drag Mavislin to the changing room. It was suddenly time to try out outfits to blend into the vibrant city of love.
"Is this considered kidnapping?" asked Bryan as he watched his boss being dragged away.
"Better get used to it," said Gillian as he walked by.
An hour passed by, Bryan was spending time in the makeshift room the Old Chapel had for humans to stay. Since it was alive, it granted Bryan a sharpening tool to keep his swords in good shape. They went through a hell of a time during the 'training' with Ysabeau.
He smiled at the sight of his katana fully sharpened. Tilting it to reflect the sunlight, he could see his reflection on his sword. He smiled, checking his hair.
"Boss said I look quite charming... But I think Minwoo would've been better suited for the job. Am I capable enough to land this mission?" asked Bryan, worriedly.
The Old Chapel seemed to flap its curtains to assure that everything would be fine.
"You think so? Thanks," replied the Slayer as he continued sharpening his Wakizashi.
Bryan was nearly hit by a flying boot had it not been for his fast reaction skills. He caught the boot on time and turned around.
"Why'd you do that for?!" yelled Bryan, seemingly annoyed.
His jaw dropped as he saw the sight of Mavislin beautifully dressed in a gown. It was sky blue, with a very low neckline. Her hair was bunned up using a blue butterfly hairpin. Two strands of hair flowed freely down the sides of her head.
She didn't need powder since her complexion was so fair. Her lips are pink, putting lipstick on won't look good. Some slight blusher on her cheeks made her face look so much more beautiful than usual. She smiled as she caught Bryan's pupils dilating as he saw her bosom.
"Like what you see? Remember, she is older than you by a landslide," commented Ysabeau, emerging as the one who threw the shoe.
"I just didn't expect her chest to be so ample," mumbled Bryan, earning another boot to the face.
Mavislin flushed red as she covered her chest. After recovering from the flying boot, Bryan turned to look at Ysabeau. She looked more elegant, like a queen, dressed in a red gown with her chest slightly exposed as well. Her strawberry blonde hair was done up in a bun as well, but with a bird hairpin instead.
Her face was caked with makeup. Her full lips were painted bright red and her eyes were beautified by a violet eyeshadow. Her figure was much more voluptuous compared to Mavislin but the Valkyrie had natural beauty on her side.
"Both of you guys are sure to impress the crowd there. Landing into the brothels would be child's play," said Gillian, popping behind Ysabeau.
"Boss, you look stunning," said Bryan, finally mustering the courage.
"Thanks," replied Mavislin, still shy.
"I know what you remind me of! An Oiran," replied Bryan as he pointed to Ysabeau.
The trio tilted their heads in confusion. Ah, looks like these Mages haven't gone to the other side of the world yet.