"Isn't it quite nice?"
The Knight was interested in his handiwork, and the Witch was not shy about boasting.
"Unfortunately, it's essentially a part of me, and can't penetrate the barrier."
She even expressed a bit of regret about not being able to hand it over to the Knight.
"It's okay."
Sitting there, Fu Qian shook his head, indicating to the Pontiff not to be saddened.
But as soon as he finished speaking, his body suddenly stiffened.
A mass of flesh smoothly flowed out from a crack in the armor.
"I can leave this here."
Of course, it wasn't due to some hidden injury flaring up, it was just the armor being taken off.
With matters concluded here, entering a non-combat state makes sense, right?
Of course, as Fu Qian swiftly transformed back into human form, he didn't forget social duty and promptly formed a set of leg armor.
"This should be easier than that handprint, right?"
