After two days.
Currently Azael was getting ready. He was wearing a black t-shirt and black trousers. Why was he getting ready while wearing a normal outfit?
The reason was Arista. She had insisted on taking Azael into the forest outside the city for him to fight some monsters and gain experience.
"Well, I don't mind… rather, it's good to fight monsters," Azael muttered to himself while staring at his reflection in the mirror.
His short black hair was slightly messy. He didn't bother combing it. Since he was going to fight, there was no need to make it stylish.
Azael walked out of his room. He needed to go toward the armory area to get some light armor for himself.
Just then his eyes lit up. "Isabel."
His sweet head maid, who looked strict, was walking through the corridor. Wearing her full maid outfit that still shows her curves perfectly. Hair tied in perfect bun.
His eyes fell on her heavy, soft breasts, held perfectly by her maid uniform, giving them the curvy shape that Azael loved.
"Morning, Isabel."
Isabel stopped when she saw Azael. She smiled lightly and bowed to him respectfully.
"Good morning, Young Master. I hope you had a good sleep last night."
'I will get much better sleep if you join me,' Azael wished. But for now, that was all he could do.
"Yes, I did. Where is Arista?"
"She's waiting for you at the armory room."
"Oh, thanks for telling me." Azael was about to walk away.
Just then she continued. "Be safe, Young Master… it will be your first time fighting a monster."
Her black eyes, seen through those glasses, held worry for him.
Azael's lips curved upward.
For two days he had tried to spend some good time with her, trying to make her more comfortable around him.
Though he hadn't done very well, he still thought they had gotten a little closer.
Azael stepped forward. Opening his arms, he wrapped them around her, taking her into a light, gentle hug.
He could feel those two mounds softly pressed against his chest.
He rested his cheek on her shoulder.
"Yo-young Master? What are you doing?" Isabel was shocked. Her body stiffened in his encircled arms.
"Thank you for worrying about me." Azael tried his best to sound like someone who was really happy to see someone worried about him.
His tone was low and soft, carrying a slight sense of gratitude toward her for worrying about him.
Seeing him like that, she didn't push him away.
He had been staying away from everyone for many years, being close only to his father, who had died a few years ago. He might be feeling lonely.
Isabel placed her right hand on his back. "You don't need to thank me for that, Young Master. I was just worried about you. So please be safe."
'I need to break this hug… damn!'
Azael pulled himself from the hug sadly.
But he forced himself to smile gently.
"Don't worry. Since Arista will be with me, I won't be in danger."
Her lips curved lightly.
"Anyway, see you later. Bye."
"Yes. Please take care." She bowed respectfully once again as Azael walked away.
After a while he arrived in front of the armory room. The door was huge and made of metal.
There were two guards standing on each side. They also bowed to him respectfully.
'Still weird when someone treats me like this.'
He shook his head.
The guards slid open the door.
Azael stepped inside and his eyes widened instantly in surprise.
He possessed a bit of the original guy's memory. It was slowly coming back to him. So he had already seen it before. Yet he was once again surprised.
Even in his past life as a Hunter, he had only seen this kind of hall in huge weapon shops or at auctions.
Azael stepped inside the armory, and his eyes widened instantly in surprise.
The room was enormous. Far larger than it appeared from outside. The ceiling arched high above, supported by thick stone pillars carved with ancient patterns. Rows upon rows of weapon racks stretched across the hall in perfect order, each one carefully organized.
Long swords, spears, halberds, and battle axes hung neatly on polished wooden stands. Their blades gleamed faintly under the warm light of crystal lamps embedded in the walls.
Some weapons looked simple and practical, while others were finely crafted, their hilts decorated with silver engravings or leather wraps.
On the opposite side of the hall were the armor sections.
Complete sets of armor stood mounted on mannequins. Steel breastplates, chainmail coats, helmets with narrow visors, and layered shoulder guards. Each piece was carefully maintained, the metal polished so well that it reflected the surrounding light.
Glass cases displayed rarer weapons. A few carried faint magical runes carved into the blade, giving off a subtle glow.
Even in his past life as a hunter, Azael had only seen places like this inside massive weapon markets or elite auctions.
Yet here it was. Inside his own house.
'I guess being from a powerful noble family really changes things…' he thought.
He slowly walked past several weapon racks, his eyes casually scanning the equipment.
Just then he spotted a familiar figure standing near one of the armor stands.
Arista.
She was already ready to leave.
She wore a dark tunic and fitted trousers that allowed easy movement. Over it she had equipped a set of light armor, thin metal plates protecting her chest and shoulders without restricting her mobility. Yet it didn't hid her fit and curious body.
The fitted trousers shows her thick thighs.
'I don't mind being his head squeeze between them...I am thinking something really bad.'
Her red hair was tied into a high ponytail that swayed slightly as she moved. She looked both sharp and beautiful.
The moment she noticed him, she lifted her hand and waved.
"Azael, over here."
He walked toward her.
Arista glanced at him briefly before nodding in approval.
"Good. You're finally here."
She turned and picked up a set of armor from the nearby stand before tossing it toward him.
"Put this on."
Azael caught it easily.
The armor was light. Far lighter than the heavy knight armor displayed elsewhere. A flexible leather underlayer with thin metal plates reinforced at the chest, shoulders, and forearms.
Protection without sacrificing speed. Perfect for beginners fighting monsters.
Without wasting time, he quickly equipped it. The armor fit surprisingly well, as if it had been prepared for him beforehand.
Arista crossed her arms while watching.
"Not bad." Azael then walked toward a nearby weapon rack and picked up a long sword.
The blade was clean, well-balanced, and sharp enough to reflect the light like a mirror. He gave it a few testing swings before nodding slightly.
"Good enough." With a flick of his hand, the sword vanished into the storage ring on his finger.
Arista raised an eyebrow. "Looking nice even in light outfit." She didn't comment further.
Instead, she adjusted the straps on her own armor before turning toward the exit.
"Alright," she said.
Her tone carried a hint of excitement. "Everything's ready."
She glanced back at him with a small smile. "Let's go hunt your first monster."