บท 338: Medusa's first**

"It looks different," he mused, touching the hot surface of the oathkeeper without reacting to his scorching heat.

He could recall being stabbed through every time his fingers grazed past the mended spot of the armour.

His armour was bulky, impossible for an average man to wear; even giants would barely withstand the weight for too long.

The sound of the wooden door opening made him turn. Emerging from the room was Lavinia, her cheeks flushed and water slowly dripping from her hair.

Wrapped around her was a white cloth, barely hiding busts. "Are you purposely tempting me, Lavinia?" He asked, crossing both hands at his back.

"Fufufu!" Lavinia chuckled, her eyes gleaming softly as she approached him and looked down. "You're… How do I put it? a little too small," she said, a purposeful glint flashing through her eyes as she sneered.