"Ugh. My muscles are sore all over." I grunted as I walked out of the dungeon clad in black scaly armor.
"That's because you're weak." Blanca retorted, her mood still slightly sour from our last talk.
"Well, I have to give it to you. While it doesn't make up for the wait, the armor is still pretty good. It supports mobility and is exceptionally durable. I don't have a single scratch on me even though I received attacks from creatures in the liquidous rank and above." I quickly praised her as I felt as if her mood would have turned for the worst if I didn't do so.
"Of course! What do you expect from someone as talented as a prodigy like me? You should have expected nothing but the best from my craftmanship!" She exclaimed with her head held high, and her chest puffed out in pride.
"Yes, yes. Of course, princess." I quickly waved her off with a wry smile
