Very quickly, he pulled Gilgamar out and allowed the blood on it to drip down onto the breastplate.
Elliot's decisive actions took Lady Balastiera slightly by surprise. but her cold and hard look mellowed somewhat.
Whoosshh!
The breastplate seemed to come slightly alive as it absorbed Elliot's blood hungrily.
The few drops of blood quickly disappeared, but the breastplate seemed like it still hadn't had enough!
A mournful aura suffused slightly out of the breastplate. It mixed with the noble aura in a very unique blend, as though a Royal Toddler Prince was throwing a rather regal but childish tantrum.
"Sentient armor?" Elliot's eyes widened in shock. Only sentient armor could react in such a way!!
He looked at Lady Balastiera incredulously, but she merely ignored him and focused on the breastplate with a complicated look on her face.
"More! More!!" The breastplate's aura demanded loudly. It fluctuated between a royal command, to a royal tantrum, to a royal pleading.
