An hour later, inside Coldwind City, at the old civilian house where Lyra and Astrid were staying.
The pink-haired girl stood by the bed. On her upper body was a white shirt whose hem reached past her hips; below, a pair of tiny hotpants that were almost impossible to see, and white silk stockings. Shyness spilled over in her sky-blue eyes. Her fingers lightly pinched the cuff, and her two slender, smooth, snow-white silk-clad legs were held straight, taking on a delicate sheen under the light.
"I remember Lyra once said the Holy Armor of Light has traits similar to the Sword of Light, both can change their appearance at any time according to the owner's will, becoming the most suitable state for the current environment."
Astrid, having kicked off the troublesome high heels, sat on the bed with her legs crossed. Her hands overlapped on her skirt as her red eyes silently appraised the pink-haired girl before her. Her pink lips parted.
