"No, I wouldn't mind at all. Ask away, Valerio."
"So, first, how is a nigh Adroit level specimen keeping you all locked down here? Me and my pals have found evidence that there was at least one Adroit in this area, so shouldn't something like that not have been an issue?"
Crystallia's aloof facade fell apart upon hearing his question, and a dark grimace appeared on her face.
"Indeed, it shouldn't be an issue. And yet, when I slaughtered the previous Ironclad Aphana Queen, I was left crippled in its dying breath."
'I guess that explains the static pose. . .' Zack thought upon hearing her answer.
She then beckoned him to come closer, which of course, he did.
"Lift my shirt up, if you'd be so kind."
Zack's eyebrows arched at that, and he turned to look at her with that questioning gaze.
Crystallia snorted at that, saying "Oh please, I saw the way you sized me up. By all means, lift it up all the way if you feel so inclined."
