Master Joan couldn't be a pervert and she wasn't a young lady to get attracted to him. So Arihan removed his cloak and dropped it on the floor.
Master Joan demanded another garment, "Shirt."
Arihan: "..."
He knew if he opened his mouth, he would offend Master Joan. Either he will have to get burned there or get buried by the villagers if he angers Joan. Never being so obedient, he removed his shirt and dropped it on the cloak.
His muscular physique stood in all glory under the honey tint of the candles. His muscly chest narrowed down to his chiseled abs. Being in the military and trained every day, it was surprising to see no scar or wound on his body.
Well, Arihan did have an old scar that healed with the Master healer trinket.
Joan didn't ask him to undress to admire the man's body. She unemotionally instructed, "Turn around." Arihan did it too.
