"What are our plans, master?" Zamira and Constantine were walking rejoin the streets of the Town of Loup, heading back to Andre's apartment.
Zamira merely wanted to know what would be his next code of action, that way she'd act accordingly.
Walking around, still wearing her same clothes, she felt as light as a feather, her breastplates removed, her butt free of constrain, her body was wiggling in freedom with every move, surely to be a bother in combat, but so far she simply felt comfortable.
Having had his fair share of ogling, Constantine started to think what his priorities were.
"I want to investigate and learn as much as I can, my priority is to increase my magic rank, but I have no idea how to do so." Increasing one's strength was paramount and he came to realise too soon how advantageous magic was in front of an opponent, even more than one's skill with the sword.
