You are very strong, but my painting style is better than yours!

—This was Miss Elf's first impression of Iori.

"Weapons and equipment?" Iori looked down and saw that he was indeed only wearing a set of ordinary clothes without any attribute bonuses. To others, it was like fighting a dragon naked... No wonder the elf advised him to give up.

"You didn't bring any either, did you? At least I have an antidote that you don't."

"Don't confuse me with ordinary adventurers; I'm always well-prepared."

As she spoke, a narrow rift, seemingly connecting to the void of the universe, unfolded beside the elf lady's hand. Several streams of light flew out from it and instantly combined on her body, transforming into a set of armor including shoulder pads, gauntlets, belt, leg armor, and knee pads!

Then he drew a longsword from his waist. The originally unremarkable weapon transformed at the hilt, unfolding on both sides to create magical light blades that enveloped the blade, instantly turning it into a greatsword of light with a touch of science fiction!

—Iori's eyes lit up.

Spatial magic?!

Yosuke can communicate directly with "celestial spirits," and in a sense, he is proficient in all magic. However, even he doesn't know spatial magic. Iori originally thought that the corresponding ability did not exist in this world... It seems that Yosuke just hasn't developed it enough.

"What is this magic?"

“Secret technique.” The elf lady didn’t want to say more, but just glanced coldly at Iori. “Don’t go near the battlefield, or I won’t be able to protect you.”

To speak kind words in such a cold tone... Is this the legendary cold exterior but warm heart? — Iori raised an eyebrow.

“I think you still need help. The magic in the valley… to be honest, is much stronger than you. It’s too difficult to defeat it alone. At least use this serpent staff to cast a blessing, right?”

"You really didn't do any research, you just came here excitedly after hearing the legends. So you humans are really..."

The elf lady couldn't take it anymore: "That serpent staff can only be used by the heirs. Even if it's in your hands, you can't use it without the corresponding bloodline. You don't even know that, yet you want to slay a dragon... This is my final advice, give up now!"

Iori didn't react much, just looked at her with a half-smile: "Really don't need help? Are you fully prepared?"

"Of course! Who do you think I am?"

-

"Damn it! This is so troublesome, it's really... ugh!"

After a day and a night of fierce fighting, in the ravaged valley, the elf girl, her clothes tattered and almost all her equipment gone, knelt on the ground with difficulty, looking up at the Demon Poison Dragon, and fell into deep despair.

Unscathed!

The Demon Flame's defense was almost invincible, and even ancient magical artifacts couldn't break through it, which greatly exceeded her expectations.

She was exhausted, but still saw no hope of defeating the Demon Poison Dragon... And what was even more embarrassing was that, due to the corrosive effects of the demonic flames and miasma, her clothes were damaged far too quickly during the battle, a situation she had never experienced when fighting other magical beasts. Therefore, she had not prepared any special fabric clothing and was wearing only ordinary clothes.

After a day and a night of fighting, she had no more supplies left in her storage space.

Fortunately, the Demon Poison Dragon is just a magical beast. Although it will put some mental pressure on you, being "naked" doesn't really matter...

No!

What if some adventurer comes along and sees my naked corpse... the face of the elven royal family...

"Could it be... that's the end of it...? Hmm?"

Out of the corner of her eye, the elf girl suddenly noticed something strange that had appeared at the edge of the battlefield.

It was a shop carved from a single block of rock, using local materials. A handsome man sat inside, with food, water, and even clothes on the table, each item clearly priced. The most eye-catching item was a serpent staff that was being displayed.

A line of large characters is engraved above the storefront:

[Dungeon Merchant, catering to unprepared adventurers]

Many items not only have prices listed as numbers, but also include an additional sentence:

[It's all my fault for not being prepared. Please, Lord Aizen!]

The elf lady's eyebrows shot up: You wretched humans, do you think I'm such a spineless elf?!

Even if I were to die and be swallowed whole by the Demon Poison Dragon, I would never bow down to you!

Half a day later——

"Underwear, um... clothes, I'd like a piece of clothing... um... please, please... Lord Aizen!"

Chapter 262: No, I still have my bikini armor (4K)

"Sigh~"

Named the Demon Poison Dragon, its massive size certainly exudes the oppressive aura of a legendary magical beast. In terms of appearance, it is not the four-legged lizard that Iori imagined, but more like a dragon without claws. Its entire body exudes a visible aura of poison, and the way it opens its mouth and spits out its tongue is no different from a giant snake.

After a day and a night of fierce fighting, the elf was almost exhausted, but what was terrifying was that the Demon Poison Dragon's momentum had not diminished. It had two layers of protection, one of poison gas and one of fire, and no obvious wounds could be seen.

If the Demon Poison Dragon were merely powerful, that would be one thing, but it has no weaknesses whatsoever, and even ancient magical artifacts cannot break through its defenses... It's like a boss in a game with invincible health; how can one not despair?

Miss Elf had basically given up hope of defeating the Demon Poison Dragon; her current struggle was merely out of instinct and pride—she wanted to at least die with some dignity.

"Sigh~"

The demonic dragon, already engaged in battle, naturally couldn't allow the elf to regroup. Just as the girl decided to submit to Iori, it opened its maw and unleashed a breath deeper than the night, hotter than flames, and more filthy than poison.

This is a deadly poison that can instantly kill ordinary life, equivalent to an instant-death attack. Under normal circumstances, it should never be taken head-on. You must use superb skills and rich experience to predict and dodge it, or use barrier, enchantment-type magic and talismans to divert the breath away from a distance.

The elven girl had done that before, but now she had neither the strength nor the equipment.

"Duan Kong!"

hum!

An invisible barrier stretched across the void. The breath, like chaotic flames, crashed into it and exploded, turning into countless streams of fire that spread in all directions. But not a single wisp could cross the barrier. This thin, transparent barrier seemed to divide the world into two completely different parts.

"This is!"

Miss Elf's pupils contracted sharply, and she looked at Iori, who remained calm, with a mixture of surprise and delight.

"A magic that can withstand dragon's breath... and it doesn't even require chanting!"

First came the shock, followed by a shameful thought:

She didn't even recognize a master of this level!

Not only did they treat the other party as an amateur, they even shamelessly refused to help, claiming that they could defeat the Demon Poison Dragon by themselves...

Well!

Just by showing off this skill, you can prove that the other party is an adventurer with considerable strength, while you acted so arrogantly in front of such a person... I bet the other party is already laughing to themselves.

"This guest?"

“…Huh?” The elf lady snapped out of her daze.

"It seems that the Demon Poison Dragon won't be able to break through this magical barrier anytime soon. If we want to regroup, we'd better do it now."

Iori smiled slightly and placed a neatly folded set of black and white clothes in front of the elf lady.

"Or do you need someone to help you put it on?"

"No... I'll do it myself."

The elf's lips twitched slightly: "This time I'm truly well-prepared."

"That's good~"

As everyone knows, Aizen Iori is a magnanimous man, so even though the fairy lady's attitude wasn't very friendly just now, at this critical moment, he still decided to show his kindness and goodwill by giving her a set of high-quality women's clothing.

And very gentlemanly, he walked to the side with his back to the elven lady, who was barely clothed and had to use her hands to cover her private parts.

"Gulp...th-thank you..."

As the girl dressed, she was suddenly overwhelmed with mixed feelings, and tears of resentment streamed down her face.

But she didn't resent Iori. After all, objectively speaking, Iori hadn't done anything wrong; on the contrary, she was the one who helped her. The reason she shed tears was simply to lament her own inadequacy and the cruel tricks of fate.

I wish I had teamed up with Iori from the beginning. But now that things have come to this, it seems a bit... Moreover, given the Poison Dragon's extraordinary defense and durability, the elven girl felt that having one more person wouldn't make any difference. At most, it would just make the retreat more comfortable, but slaying the dragon would be absolutely impossible.

"Ok?"

The elf, who was getting dressed, suddenly stopped. She had been too busy thinking to notice before, but now that she was mostly dressed, she suddenly realized something.

"What's going on with this outfit?"

The soft, fine gray-black fabric clung tightly to her body, outlining her slender and graceful curves. Except for the strapless design at the top, the overall design resembled a racing swimsuit—of course, Miss Elf was unaware of this.

The V-neckline, level with the collarbone, perfectly showcased Princess Elgar's budding beauty, revealing nothing but her delicate collarbone and the silhouette accentuated by the fabric.

Of course, this outfit is not ostentatious. Not only is her body covered, but her thighs are also covered with high-quality dark stockings, so there is almost no skin exposed on her body. From this perspective, it is quite appropriate.

however!

The rabbit ear headband on the head and the rabbit tail decoration at the waist all indicate that this outfit is definitely not everyday clothing!

What's going on? Is this a succubus's outfit? It's not showing anything, but why... why do I feel so uncomfortable?!

"Any questions?"

"What is this for?"

"What you see now is just an ordinary bunny girl."

"Bunny girl?"

"It was an existence full of dedication and fan service spirit—to put it bluntly, it was similar to a waiter's uniform."

"Uniform?" The elven girl's face was full of doubt. "By the way, why do you carry women's clothes with you... I thought you were going to give me men's clothes."

"Hmm? Oh, don't worry, these clothes are brand new and haven't been used yet, so don't have any concerns."

As for why I carry it with me... I originally ordered it as a gift, but plans can change quickly~

Iori thought of a certain black-haired, red-eyed female assassin and smiled, "Perfect, her figure is about the same as yours."

If it were Esdeath's or Sera's clothes, the elf girl definitely wouldn't be able to "fill them out," right?

This guy is definitely hiding something—the elf pursed his lips.

However, circumstances were against her, and it seemed she had no choice but to wear this bunny girl outfit to face the Demon Poison Dragon!

"No matter what, I still want to thank you... But now that things have come to this, I have no right to ask for your help anymore. It was all caused by my arrogance, and I should bear the consequences myself..."

Farewell. If I survive, I will repay you properly!

Having said that, the elf revealed a fearless smile of resignation, holding a greatsword as he faced the powerful dragon and its venomous breath. The determination in his back was as if he were going to his death!

"I am a warrior of the Elgar race! Come, Demon Poison Dragon! I swear on the honor of royalty that I will fight to the very last moment!"

"Roar!"

……………………silence.

—【Broken Void】never disappeared, and all of the Demon Poison Dragon's ranged attacks were blocked, giving her no chance to participate!

Time passed second by second. A long time had passed since the elf assumed a fighting stance. The expression on his face gradually changed from heroic and vigorous to stiff. Finally, even his eyes wavered, and two blushes suddenly appeared on his face.

"...Ah, sorry!"

Iori then realized what was happening and quickly canceled the Kido: "You were speaking so passionately that I forgot... Please continue."

"..."

"..."

Silence, still silence...

The elven girl glared at Iori with a murderous look of shame and anger, and strangely enough, even the Demon Poison Dragon forgot to attack and turned its attention to him as well.

"Roar!"

Perhaps sensing the threat, or simply unable to let go of Iori's existence, the Demon Poison Dragon abandoned the elf girl, raised its slender body and suddenly sprang out like a striking cobra, its huge mouth like an abyss, ready to swallow Iori whole!

Iori narrowed his eyes, concentrating as if about to do something, when a sexy bunny girl flew over. She summoned her two shoulder guards again and, using the momentum of the impact, swung her sword vigorously in mid-air, unleashing a dazzling demonic blade slash that collided head-on with the giant mouth of the demonic dragon!

"Quick, get out of the way!"

The elven girl probably mistook Iori for a pure mage. While desperately resisting the oppressive power of the demonic dragon, she shouted, "Don't just stand there! I... I can't hold on much longer... This dragon is invincible!"

"Invincible?"

Iori's eyes turned cold: "Why do you think that? Has a battle of just one day and one night completely made you lose confidence?"

If that's really the case, then your determination isn't anything special; it's just like a child's enthusiasm that lasts only three minutes, the kind of person who gives up at the slightest difficulty... Are you willing to accept being told this by me?"

"Well!"

Of course not willingly!

"drink!"