It's not a big problem; when walking, it will rub against you slightly, but not completely, remaining in a very delicate intermediate state.
She raised her hand, clenched her fist, and lightly touched the surface of the armor. Just as Karl had said, even with her considerable strength, she could not deform the armor in the slightest.
She loved this amazing technique; it fit her perfectly, with no gaps, yet it didn't hinder her movements.
The close contact made her feel a pleasant warmth.
Gina glanced at Victoria out of the corner of her eye and saw that Victoria looked calm and composed. Gina smiled to herself—perhaps she was simply attuned to the new sensations.
What ill intentions could a handsome and sincere young city lord possibly have?
Seeing his weary appearance, with all his magic power exhausted, stirred a protective instinct.
"Thank you, Lord Karl."
Gina bowed once more.
"It's all for San Marino City." Karl looked at Gina's handsome and mature face, a flicker of admiration in his eyes for this serious and beautiful warrior.
When he turned to Victoria, her armor was even more form-fitting, accentuating her confident presence without apology.
Victoria caught his gaze and offered a subtle, knowing smile.
After leaving Chris as the liaison, Victoria bowed to Karl and left the city lord's mansion with Gina.
After they had walked a short distance, Victoria paused, adjusting slightly. The subtle friction along the seams was new, but far from unpleasant—it felt almost teasing in the best way.
*Am I being too sensitive?* she wondered, then dismissed it. The armor's power far outweighed any minor sensation.
What mattered most was Feliccia's safety.
In the city lord's mansion.
After Victoria left, Chris relaxed her usual saintly composure in front of Karl. She met his eyes with a mix of curiosity and warmth.
Karl smiled. "Chris, come here. I have something for you."
He produced a pair of elegant white suspender stockings with delicate silver buckles—tasteful, alluring, and perfectly suited to her.
Chris raised an eyebrow, a playful glint in her eye. "Planning to distract me before tonight's battle?"
Karl chuckled. "I'm an evil dragon, remember? But only if you're interested."
Chris considered for a moment, then stepped closer. "Show me how they look, then."
She slipped out of her outer robe in the privacy of the reception room, revealing long, graceful legs. With deliberate slowness, she rolled the stockings up, fastening the suspenders. The white fabric contrasted beautifully against her skin, highlighting her elegance.
Karl watched appreciatively. "They suit you perfectly."
Chris turned, lifting one leg slightly so the high heel pointed toward him. "Your turn to impress me, dragon."
They moved together naturally, the air charged with mutual desire. Karl's touch was confident yet attentive, and Chris responded eagerly—her hands guiding him, her breath quickening with clear enjoyment.
"More," she murmured, pulling him closer. "I want this."
Their encounter unfolded with shared passion—exploratory, intense, and fully consensual. Chris arched into him, whispering affirmations, her body responding with unmistakable enthusiasm.
When it was over, they lingered in comfortable silence, breathing steady.
Karl traced a gentle finger along the suspender strap. "You look incredible. Wear these again sometime?"
Chris laughed softly, eyes bright. "Only if you behave... or don't."
She dressed quickly, the stockings hidden beneath her habit once more. The experience had left her energized rather than conflicted—stronger, more connected.
As liaison, she stayed focused. "I'll keep watch for any word from Feliccia. And Karl... thank you for trusting me with this role."
Karl nodded. "Always."
...
Later, in the bathing chamber, Feliccia stirred in warm spring water. She opened her eyes to find herself cradled gently in Karl's arms—secure, not restrained.
"You're awake?" His voice was soft, apologetic.
Feliccia tensed at first, memories of her ordeal flashing back. But his hold was careful, comforting.
"I'm very sorry," Karl said sincerely. "My subordinate made a grave mistake and took the wrong person. You've suffered because of it."
Feliccia stayed silent for a long moment, processing. She glanced down—the source of her earlier discomfort had been carefully removed, leaving only a lingering warmth from the water.
"As an apology," Karl continued, "name any reasonable compensation. I mean it."
Feliccia's voice was quiet but steady. "First... stay like this a little longer. The warmth helps."
Karl nodded, keeping his embrace gentle. "Of course."
After a pause, she added, "And when I'm ready... help me return to my allies safely. No more boxes. No more mistakes."
"Done," Karl promised.
Feliccia exhaled, relaxing slightly against him. For the first time since her capture, she felt something close to safety—not from fear, but from honesty.
Outside, the afternoon light faded. Night—and battle—approached.
But inside these walls, alliances were quietly strengthening.
**End of Chapter 86**
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