Chillin’ in Another World with Level 2 Super Cheat Powers: Volume 17 (Light Novel) E-Book

Miya Kinojo

• Herausgeber: J-Novel Club
• Kategorie: Fantasy und Science-Fiction
• Serie: Chillin’ in Another World with Level 2 Super Cheat Powers
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 242

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2025

Beschreibung

The damage to the sky above the world of Klyrode has been repaired, but the series of freak accidents that left three separate holes in the firmament has had lasting effects. Strange phenomena have been observed all over the surface. Even the defenders of the Calgosi Coast have found themselves at their wits’ end dealing with unfamiliar magic beasts hailing from other regions. Between interminable business meetings and requests for aid from far-flung corners of the map, Flio and the rest of the household have never been busier.

What’s more, the children of the house are proving simply too powerful for the Houghtow College of Magic to contain, adding a ruined arena to the list of problems Flio must attend to. Fortunately, the omnipotent merchant has everything well in hand, with an ingenious solution to every difficulty. In fact, it’s the perfect opportunity to showcase his newest invention for practical combat training—the water gun!

Leseprobe

Chapter 1: Flio, at Home and Abroad

The world of Klyrode is a land of swords and sorcery, home to magic beasts and demihumans of all shapes and sizes. In this world, the war between humans and demons raged from time immemorial, until the Magical Kingdom of Klyrode, greatest of the human kingdoms, signed a treaty with the Dark Army, the preeminent organization among demonkind. Since then, the continent has been free of any large-scale conflict, ushering in an era of lasting peace.

While fortress walls still stand at the border between human and demon territory and the roads that lead between them still pass through fortified gates, there are no longer any significant restrictions on travel between the two lands. In fact, with so many wanting to make the trip and with trade as prosperous as it has become, the people of both capital regions have begun to seek out new routes connecting the two realms, extolling the virtues of peace all the while.

While the continent is enjoying its reprieve from war, however, a number of oddities and anomalies have been observed throughout the land. These may be a result of the recent string of incidents that repeatedly and significantly damaged the magic barrier around the planetoid world of Klyrode’s firmament. The powers that be, seemingly at their wits’ end with all these strange occurrences, reached out to none other than Flio to request his assistance.

And with that, the stage is set. The curtains slowly rise...

◇Magical Kingdom of Klyrode—Calgosi Coast◇

The Calgosi Coast stretched along the southern region of the territory governed by the Magical Kingdom of Klyrode. Most of the southern coastline was sheer cliff plunging straight into the sea, difficult even to approach. In Calgosi, however, the land met the sea at a vast sandy beach. It was well-known as the only place in the Magical Kingdom of Klyrode where one could enjoy the pleasures of swimming in the sea.

Calgosi was also a lively and prosperous capital of trade in its own right, ideally positioned for exchange with other nations that lay across the sea. The Magical Kingdom of Klyrode entrusted the government of the region to the noble house Van Biel, with the present head of the family inheriting the position.

Thump thump thump thump thump!

In a forest near the coast of Calgosi, a herd of magic beasts thundered through the haze of the morning mist with a speed that seemed absurd considering the massive size of their bodies, weaving between the trees. However these beasts, with bodies like wild boars, did not seem to be running simply for the joy of it. Rather, they seemed to be running away from something. They were formidable creatures, each more than twice the size of a fully grown human, and yet they stole furtive glances behind, darting through the forest as fast as their hooves could carry them. There, looming behind the herd, was the figure of a human man riding atop an enormous magic beast. Unlike the ordinary knights of the world, however, the man did not have any kind of reins or bridle to direct the movement of his mount. He merely sat atop the beast’s back, peering ahead at the magic beasts running wild. In contrast to the frantic retreat of the herd, however, the man seemed to regard the situation with untroubled nonchalance.

“I’ll stop the five on the right. All right, Rys?” the man said, leaning to speak into the ear of the magic beast he was riding.

“Understood, my lord husband!” the beast—who was, in fact, Rys in her full lupine demon form—brightly replied. “In that case, please leave the ones on the left to me!”

Flio—a merchant from another world who was summoned to Klyrode as a candidate for the position of Hero. On his summoning, he was given a powerful blessing that imparted mastery of every skill and every magic spell that existed in the world. At this time, he was the proprietor of the Fli-o’-Rys General Store and a loving husband to his wife Rys, a former demon soldier of the Dark Army. The two had also had one son and two daughters.

Rys—once a proud warrior of the lupine demons. After her defeat at the hands of Flio, she chose to walk alongside him as his wife. She was perhaps a bit excessively devoted to her human husband, and took it upon herself to be a mother figure for everyone living at Flio’s house.

“All right...no time like the present, I guess!” Flio said, rising gently into the air with a simple application of the spell Fly. Ordinarily this spell would have required an incantation to cast, but Flio needed no such thing.

When Flio was first brought to the world of Klyrode, the goddesses inadvertently gifted him with blessings meant for two summoned heroes. As a result, the instant he achieved level two, he became powerful enough to use every spell that had ever been cast on the world of Klyrode without any need for an incantation. Not only that, but every one of his ability scores was raised to a level beyond the status window’s ability to display. Now all it would show was the symbol ∞ for every one of his abilities. This, however, was only a result of the limitations of the status window itself. In actuality, Flio’s ability scores had only continued to grow higher and higher ever since.

Flio himself, however, was still unaware of any of these details.

Flio flew ahead and to the right, looking down on the runaway herd of magic beasts. Each of them was much larger than the wild boars they resembled. A monster like this ordinarily wouldn’t hesitate to charge straight at a human. These ones, however, were running in fear—not of Flio, but of Rys in her bestial form. Lupine demons were at the very apex of magic beasts, and Rys’s abilities were top-class even among her species. The boars understood her power instinctively, which was why they were running for their lives.

Flio held out his right hand. “Gravitation!” he said, and suddenly a magic circle appeared in front of his outstretched right hand, shining with light.

Screeeeeeech!!!

A moment later, the magic beasts came to a halt dead in their tracks, forced downwards as if they had been nailed to the ground. Flio flew closer, coming to a stop in midair right above the incapacitated magic beasts. “A herd of mount boars, huh?” he said, folding his arms as he looked down on the beasts below.

“But mount boars ordinarily live in the north of the continent, don’t they?” came Rys’s voice in response, from ahead and to the left of Flio’s position.

Flio looked down at the ground in front of him to see his beloved wife standing astride a pile of unconscious mount boars. She had been no slower than Flio himself in dispatching the left flank of the out-of-control herd, and had already changed back from her magic beast form, hands on her hips with her chest thrust proudly upwards.

“You’re as fierce as ever, I see, Rys!” Flio remarked.

“Oh, my lord husband, you flatterer! You know your magic is far more incredible than anything I can do!” Rys said, covering up her reddening cheeks with her hands as she squirmed with joy in spite of herself. The motion caused the skirt of her favorite white dress to flare up dangerously, given her elevated position on top of the pile of mount boars.

“R-Rys!” Flio exclaimed, his own cheeks turning a bright shade of red as well as he covered his face with his hand in embarrassment.

For a couple who had already had three children, Flio and Rys could behave remarkably like a pair of newlyweds.

Just then, a sound came from somewhere behind the two lovebirds as Rolindeim appeared in her black panther form.

Rolindeim—a black pantherfolk demihuman who served as one of the familiars of the ruler of the Calgosi Coast, Countess Junia Van Biel. Rolindeim possessed the ability to freely change the shape of her own body. Her ordinary appearance was of a dark-skinned young girl, but despite her apparent age she had been serving the Van Biel family for generations.

“Well, that smarts!” said Rolindeim, shoulders heaving and eyes wide with disbelief as she returned to her humanoid form. “I came running as fast as I could, but it looks like everything is over...right?”

Dressed in shorts and a tank top over her dark and sun-kissed skin with a beach towel wrapped around her waist, Rolindeim’s human form looked for all the world like a neighborhood girl who just happened to be in the area.

“And here I thought my speed was something to be proud of...right?” Rolindeim said, a chagrined look on her face as she stepped up towards Flio.

“Not at all!” Flio insisted with one of those easygoing smiles of his. “You wouldn’t think it from how big they are, but mount boars are very maneuverable creatures, always changing the direction they’re heading when you least expect it. I imagine you’d have a lot of trouble trying to catch one if you didn’t know that about their movement. Rys and I just happen to be used to hunting them on our trips to the forests near Houghtow City.”

“My lord husband!” Rys exclaimed with a hint of a pout, jogging over to where Flio and Rolindeim had been speaking and wrapping both her arms tight around one of his. “Those trips are our dates, you know! You must call them what they are!” Beaming happily, she pressed her body close to Flio.

“U-Um...” said Flio, blushing again at the sensation of his arm brushing up against Rys’s ample cleavage. “R-Rys...”

“Oh?” Rys asked with innocent curiosity, continuing to rub her upper body against Flio’s arm with no regard for the embarrassment it was causing him. “Is something the matter, my lord husband?”

“I swear, you two are the lovey-doviest couple I’ve ever met...right?” Rolindeim smirked, lacing her fingers together behind her head and leaning back.

Rolindeim was interrupted by the sound of loud footfalls coming their way as a pair of heavyset men emerged from the tall grass behind her, looking all around. “Bghhfff!!! I-I’ve finally made it...” said the first.

“Huff... Puff...” panted the second. “Wh-Where’s these landlubbin’ magic beasts of ours?! They’ll rue the day they ran afoul of Captain Eddsarch!”

Rolindeim gave the two newcomers a withering sidelong glance. “Hey, Polseidon. Hey, Eddsarch,” she said. “Sorry to say but Mister Flio and Madame Rys went and cleaned them up for us already. Maybe I shouldn’t say it when I couldn’t make it on time either, but talk about slow to the punch, you two...right?”

“I-I don’t want to hear about it! Huff... Puff...” Polseidon snapped, doubling over with his hands on his hips as he struggled to regain his breath. “I’m a swimmer, not a runner, you know! Pant... Heave... There’s no need to go digging into my inadequacies! Wheeze...”

Polseidon—one of the seafolk who had pledged himself to Countess Junia Van Biel of the Calgosi Coast as one of her familiars. In spite of his advanced age he boasted a powerfully built physique, as well as the ability to enlarge his body to giant size. In that form he could swim easily through the waters of the ocean and boasted a considerable degree of supernatural strength.

Polseidon, in spite of his long and wavy white hair and long white beard, managed to project an image of something like youth with his muscular and supple body. Eddsarch, by contrast, splayed out his legs and flopped down on the ground.

“I hear ye, old man...” Eddsarch said between gasps for air as he lay on his back looking up at the heavens above. “Put me behind the wheel of a ship and I’m good to go... But running? On solid land? That’s a little beyond me abilities, I’m afraid...”

Captain Eddsarch—an ex-pirate captain famous for his distinctive black beard. Captain Eddsarch took the destruction of his former fleet as an opportunity to turn over a new leaf, pledging himself and his men to the service of Countess Junia Van Biel. Now the former corsairs were responsible for the defense of the Calgosi Coast.

In stark contrast to the well-built and muscular Polseidon, Captain Eddsarch sported a prominent beer belly and was currently drenched head to toe in sweat. In his current state, he seemed unable to even rise to his feet.

Even later still, however, were the rest of Captain Eddsarch’s crew, who arrived on the heels of their captain and collapsed on the spot, apparently winded even more than Eddsarch and Polseidon.

Rolindeim regarded the men with an air of contempt. “Absolutely hopeless...” she said. “We’re lucky Mister Flio and company just happened to be paying a visit to Countess Van Biel, or else we might have wound up with those magic beasts charging down into the city! That woulda been a situation and a half for sure...right?”

“Well, you’re right about that...” Polseidon said. “But cut us some slack! Who’d ever heard of land-based magic beasts like these ones showing up around here?! And all of them just ran out of the forest one day, out of nowhere! Completely unprecedented!”

“The boss is right...” Eddsarch managed. “Menacing the Calgosi Coast is supposed to be the job of sea creatures and pirates!”

Unlike Rolindeim, who had long since caught her breath and was now beginning an idle stretch routine, Polseidon, Eddsarch, and the crew were still struggling desperately for air.

Flio looked on with a laid-back smile as the three discussed the strange events at hand. He opened his mouth to speak, but before he could say anything, a woman came flying through the air up beside him. She was a small woman dressed in a white outfit, using the same Fly spell as Flio.

“I...understand how you feel...” the woman said, coming down to land next to where Flio and Rys were standing. “But...don’t fight in front of our guests...please...”

The woman spoke hesitantly, but with clear authority. Immediately, Polseidon and Eddsarch, as well as Eddsarch’s men, quit their moping and bellyaching and took to their feet, standing tall at attention before her.

“C-Countess Van Biel!” said Polseidon.

“A-A-A thousand apologies for this unseemly display, me ladyship!” fawned Eddsarch.

Junia Van Biel—the current head of the noble house of Van Biel, responsible for the government of the Calgosi Coast. As a small and delicate woman, she often came across as younger than her age, but she was in fact a mature adult. Junia possessed exceptional magic power and aptitude for spellcraft, earning her the moniker “the Sorceress in Her Tower.”

Junia looked over at her retinue of subordinates, now standing at attention in an orderly line, and then turned to address Flio. “I...thank you...for your assistance in subduing this herd of magic beasts...” she said, bowing her head low. “You...have my gratitude...”

Junia Van Biel was by nature a painfully shy individual, and speaking loudly in front of others was something she found particularly difficult. Her voice was so extraordinarily quiet, in fact, that the reformed pirates standing at attention behind Polseidon and Eddsarch could hardly make out what she said.

“I know my lord husband took the trouble of coming here today because you said there was a matter you wished to discuss regarding the magic beasts,” Rys said, stepping forwards to face Junia. “It wasn’t simply a matter of wanting us to handle more land-based magic beasts for you, was it?”

“N-No, no, not at all!” said Junia, lifting her head with a start and shaking it insistently, waving both hands in front of her as if to ward off the idea. “I-I never intended to ask you to do this for us in the first place...”

“But without our help, these hulking men of yours wouldn’t be any use at all against a magic beast that doesn’t live in the sea, would they?”

“Excuse me?!” Polseidon and Eddsarch bellowed at once in response.

“Now, now, you two,” Rolindeim interjected, stepping forwards between them and Rys before tempers got any hotter. “It’s not that I don’t sympathize with your struggles, but you can’t deny that Madame Rys is right on the money...right?” she said, a clever smirk on her face as she looked between the two hulking men.

“Gwuh!” said Polseidon, his expression going stiff as he found himself at a loss for words.

“Gwuhgh!” exclaimed Eddsarch, following suit.

“U-Um...” a very flustered Junia volunteered. “Th-They really are the best you could ask for when it comes to fighting aquatic magic beasts, though... I rely on them a great deal...”

“C-Countess Van Biel...” said Polseidon, his face lighting up.

“S-Such gracious words...” Eddsarch gushed with emotion.

“But when it comes to terrestrial beasts, their performance today is about whatcha get...right?” said Rolindeim, once again giving voice to the harsh truth of the situation.

“Gwuh!” said Polseidon, his expression going stiff yet again.

“G-Gwuhgh!” exclaimed Eddsarch.

O-Oh dear... Junia thought to herself, anxiety setting in as she glanced between Polseidon, Eddsarch, and the others. Wh-What am I meant to say here?

Flio put on an impeccable business smile with just a hint of his ordinary easygoing expression as he stepped up to speak with the countess. “The letter you sent mentioned that you wanted to discuss something regarding these out-of-place magic beasts,” he said. “How can the Fli-o’-Rys General Store be of assistance?”

Flio’s question seemed to call Junia back to her senses. “O-Oh yes!” she said. “A-Actually... I heard the Fli-o’-Rys General Store operates a school for adventurers... I was wondering if Polseidon and the others might be able to go there for training on how to fight terrestrial magic beasts...”

“Huh?” Flio said, clearly surprised by Junia’s words. Rys, standing next to him, seemed equally confused.

“You heard that, did you?” she asked, tilting her head with curiosity. “But we still haven’t unveiled the Adventurers’ Academy to the general public. How did you happen to find out about it?”

“O-Oh... W-Well... You see...” Junia began, but right at that moment, before she could answer Rys’s question, they were interrupted by a succession of loud crashing thuds. Three more giant magic beasts came falling out of the sky, landing all around them—mount boars, like the ones Flio and Rys had defeated only moments earlier.

“Hi Dada! Hi Mama! Wa ha ha ha ha!” Up in the sky was Wyne, who seemed to be responsible for dropping this fresh batch of mount boars to their doom, her dragon wings and tail on full display as she flew. She went into a fast dive, tackling Flio and Rys out of the air and hugging them both tight.

Wyne—a wyvern dragonewt capable of transforming between human and dragon forms, said to be the strongest fighter among all of dragonkind. Flio and Rys once saved her life when they found her collapsed on the side of the road and adopted her into the family, where she now served as a doting older sister for Elinàsze and the other children.

As deadly as a dragonewt’s dive could be, Flio and Rys took it without flinching. Of course, the many passive defensive spells active on Flio at all times immediately conjured a vast array of magic circles, harmlessly absorbing all of the force of the impact. This way, the couple had no trouble simply catching their adopted daughter in a loving embrace.

“You really are remarkable, my lord husband,” Rys said with a kind smile as she patted Wyne on the head. “Even I would be a little hard-pressed to stop one of Wyne’s full-power attacks...”

Indeed, Rys had transformed her arms and legs back into their bestial forms, her tail manifesting as well in a display of her own lupine demon power, as she prepared to catch Wyne out of her dive-bomb.

You know, come to think of it, Wyne has been visiting the Calgosi Coast rather often, hasn’t she... Flio thought, looking over at Rys holding Wyne close to her chest. He nodded once in understanding before turning his attention back to Junia Van Biel.

“So, Countess Van Biel...” he said. “By any chance, was it Wyne who told you about the Adventurers’ Academy?”

“Oh... Um... Well... Y-Yes...” Junia acknowledged with a slight nod after a moment of panic.

“Now, Wyne!” Rys chided her, bopping Wyne gently on the tip of the nose. “I told you not to mention the academy to anyone outside the family, didn’t I?”

“Yeah!” Wyne replied. “So I was real-real careful not to tell anyone but family! See?” she said, pointing up at something high in the sky.

“You...were?” Flio and Rys both said at once, looking upwards in blank confusion. There, where Wyne was pointing, they saw a demihuman man beating his wings to slow his descent to the ground. On his back he was carrying a mount boar as if the hefty beast weighed nothing at all.

“Hey, Wyne,” the man said, smiling at her as he landed. “I got the last of ’em!”

“I was wondering who was up there...” Flio said, nodding to himself as he put the pieces together. “So it was Loplanz, hm?”

Loplanz—an avian demihuman of the monstrous rukh variety, and another one of Junia Van Biel’s familiars. Rolindeim and Polseidon had been training Loplanz to foster his exceptional talents since he was very young, although he had finally reached the point where his species came of age.

“Oh my!” Rys exclaimed, looking over in surprise as Flio mentioned Loplanz’s name. “When we met you in Houghtow City you were just an adorable little thing! I didn’t recognize you at first!”

When Rys had last met Loplanz, his human form was still distinctly immature. Even when he took the form of a great rukh, he hadn’t been all that much larger than a midsized avian species. Now, however, he had grown up into a strapping young man nearly the same height as Flio, and the wings on his back were no less impressive than Wyne’s own dragon wings.

Loplanz placed the mount boar he was carrying down on the ground and turned to face Flio and Rys. “A-Ah... Uh... I...” he stammered, suddenly frozen stiff, blushing red with embarrassment as he struggled valiantly to form a coherent greeting.

“Why are you acting so weird-weird, Lop-Lop?” Wyne demanded, snickering as she came up and grabbed him by the arm. “You were normal when we were hunting the boar-boar!”

“F-Fwuahhhgh!!!” Loplanz cried, leaping up into the air as he felt his arm pulled up against Wyne’s busty chest. He stood there mouthing wordlessly, his face bright red, having completely lost his ability to speak.

“Hwuh? Lop-Lop? What’s wrong-wrong?” asked Wyne, looking over at the immobilized boy in innocent confusion and delicately rubbing her horns against Loplanz’s cheek. As long as Wyne was holding him against her breasts, however, Loplanz seemed completely unable to move.

“My, my...” said Rys, giving Loplanz an assessing look from where she stood next to Flio a short distance away. “He’s gotten quite a bit bigger, but if that was enough to incapacitate him I’m not certain if he has what it takes to be one of your vassals, my lord husband...”

“R-Rys...” Flio winced. “It’s not about making him a vassal. What matters here is Wyne’s feelings, isn’t it?”

Although she wasn’t related to them by blood, Flio and Rys had adopted Wyne into the family as their daughter after they found her in a forest collapsed from starvation. Both of them treasured the dragonewt very much. As a lupine demon, however, Rys was very choosy when it came to her children’s romantic partners. Flio, on the other hand, was a human, and only wanted to support the couple as they deepened their bond.

“Dada? Mama? What are you two talk-talking about?” asked Wyne, curiously looking her parents’ way.

“O-Oh, nothing really!” said Flio. “Just that you and Loplanz have gotten very close to each other, haven’t you!”

“Yeah!” said Wyne, grinning from ear to ear. “Lop-Lop’s great! I love-love him!”

“Fwswahh?!!!” Loplanz cried, his face growing redder still as bewildered thoughts raced through his mind. W-W-Wyne... W-Wyne said... She l-l-l-l-loves...m-me?!

“I love him fourth most, after Gare-Gare, Eli-Eli, and Leva-Leva!” Wyne continued, her smile unabated.

“S-So...” Flio said, smiling stiffly. “It’s not romantic love, then? It’s...more of a sibling sort of thing?”

“So it seems...” Rys agreed, folding her arms and nodding her head.

“I-If I may...” Junia said, taking the opportunity to step forwards and interject. “Miss Wyne has been a great help managing these magic beasts during her visits here... S-So that’s why... I, um, I feel terrible about relying on her, so, well...” she trailed off awkwardly, demurely bowing her head.

“You have nothing to worry about, I assure you,” said Flio, smiling back as calmly as ever. “Wyne loves flying around to every corner of the world on her outings, and I gather she’s especially fond of the Calgosi Coast. If she’s been a help to the people here while she’s out playing, it’s all the better as far as I’m concerned!”

Rolindeim and Polseidon had been watching from the sidelines as Flio and Junia carried on their conversation. Suddenly, Rolindeim shuffled up beside where Polseidon was standing and seized hold of his long white beard, mercilessly yanking his head to her level.

“Ow!” Polseidon exclaimed as the much smaller woman pulled him down to a kneeling posture. “Rolindeim! What do you think you’re doing?!”

“Hey...” Rolindeim whispered in Polseidon’s ear. “That little Miss Wyne’s supposedly flying all the way from Houghtow City to come and hang out, isn’t she?”

“Mh?” Polseidon replied. “Yes, that’s right.”

“But it takes a horse-drawn carriage just about a month to make the trip from Houghtow City to here...right?” Rolindeim asked.

“W-Well, yes...” Polseidon confirmed. “But can’t those new Enchanted Frigates of theirs travel the distance in half a day?”

“Sure!” Rolindeim conceded. “But Miss Wyne over there’ll show up at the crack of dawn on one of her morning flights, and head home when it’s time for breakfast!”

“Th-That’s true, I suppose...” said Polseidon.

“So that means...” Rolindeim continued, “that she’s gotta be even faster than an Enchanted Frigate! And not only that, but she’s treating that crazy long-distance flight like an early morning stroll...right?”

“W-Well, when you put it that way...”

“Think about it!” Rolindeim grinned. “If Miss Wyne and Loplanz ever get hitched or whatever, we’ll have the security of the entire region well in hand!”

“Oho!” said Polseidon, grinning as he realized what Rolindeim was getting at. “So that’s your brilliant pl—”

Before he could finish, however, the point of a long sword came quivering to a halt between their faces, its hilt clutched tight in Junia’s right hand.

“Gheeekh?!” they cried, flinching back.

“We can’t think that way...” said Junia, a slight pout on her youthful face as she slowly lowered her weapon. The blade retracted back to her hand, then traveled down her body where it wrapped itself around her waist. “I don’t want us to depend on outsiders for our protection...”

“Excuse me... Countess Van Biel?” Flio asked, surprised by the movement of Junia’s sword. “Was that a spell you used just now? I didn’t sense any magic power...”

“O-Oh...” said Junia. “I-It’s this Armory Dress I’m wearing, actually... A magic item that can transform into any sort of weapon... It’s powered by magic gems, so I don’t need to use my own magic power to activate it...”

“My!” interjected Rys, suddenly very interested in Junia’s outfit. “What’s the limit on how large of a weapon this dress can make, I wonder?”

“Oh, um...let me see...” said Junia, holding out her right hand once again. “The largest it can make would be about...this.” The fabric of Junia’s dress all gathered in her hand, transforming into a truly massive cleaver of a sword.

“Well, would you look at that!” marveled Rys. “That weapon is even bigger than I am!”

“Yes, um, well...I can control the weapon’s size to an extent, but the weight is always scaled to the user’s physical strength... If someone as weak as me tries to create a large weapon, I just end up with an oversized sword with no actual mass...” Junia explained. “But you can create all sorts of things if you know how...like shields, or magicannons...although...there is one small problem...or really, two...”

“A problem?” asked Flio.

“Two of them?” added Rys.

The two looked from the gigantic sword back to Junia herself—only for their eyes to go wide at the sight of the countess of the Calgosi Coast dressed in nothing more than her unmentionables.

“Huh?”

“Why are you—?”

“U-Um...” said Junia. “O-One problem is that weapons created by the Armory Dress can’t be separated from the body of the person wearing it. B-But also... I-If you turn the entire dress into a weapon like this...it can be very embarrassing...” Her pale white skin blushing bright red, Junia quickly returned the dress to its original state.

Meanwhile...

Polseidon as well as Captain Eddsarch and his underlings strained for a peek at Junia Van Biel’s nearly naked form. But unluckily for them, Rolindeim transformed her body into a thin membrane, spreading out and preventing them from getting even a single glimpse.

“Oh, did you think you were gonna see something?” she said, mocking the men. “Shame that I was here too...right?”

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