Chapter 23

Accustomed to the sturdy leather armor and thick cloaks worn by the warriors of the winter forest, this paper-thin piece of cloth made him feel as though he were practically naked. Sighing as he sat on the edge of the bed, Arkin suddenly thought of Nephitia.

Right, Nephitia.

She had been unhesitatingly baring her slender limbs from the very beginning. Everyone in the Kepet Kingdom was like that. It must have been a natural attire in the hot desert climate.

And Credo Island here was similarly hot. Sweat was already beading up on his back, so if he insisted on...