74 A Hermaphrodite Is Born (2/2)

”Heh,” I felt like a bad person now. I'd indeed had used her as a chair, before.

I wanted to hang my head in shame for using her like that. ”I'm sorry about that,” I mutter as I removed my hand from her head.

She grabbed my hand and pulled it towards her face. ”No, it was my pleasure to be of service to you in any way possible,” she rasped out in a hurried fashion. Her snake eyes opened wide as she looked at me with a sweet determination.

I felt my heart squeeze, she was just too cute.

After a moment, I snap out of it. Pulling my hand back, I wave my hand a neat stack of clothes falls into my hands. It was one of the sets that I had bought back at the store, [Retainer of the Queen].

[You've gained the favor of your Queen, with this you are a retainer to her and her kingdom that she wishes to build. This outfit was worn by an unnamed hero, for a small queendom that existed in a far-off reality, let the determination that filled this hero, to serve her queen, fill you!

Do your utmost, to ward off the people that would do your Queen harm.]

[+20 points in dexterity, strength +30, special title added 'Queen's Retainer']

”What this?” Royal titled her head, the snakes at the bottom of her hair perked up and sniffed the neatly folded bundle of clothes.

”Clothes, I can't have you walking around naked, can I now?” I ask as I push the clothes into her clawed hands, she held them tightly, and a huge smile broke out on her face.

”A gift! Thank you!” She looked absolutely jovial.

She stood up and flashed her nethers to me and I almost died from blood loss. I turned away a deep blush crawling down my face and down my neck. I cough into my hand, ”Wait, you'll also need this,” I quickly handed her other necessities and she gladly took them.

”I'll change real fast,” she beamed as she darted into the other unoccupied room and grabbed a curtain and pulled it shut.

She knew modesty to do that, but not to flash other people? I laugh to myself and turn towards the chest that was leaky the ill-mannered aura.

It ozzed a deep black mist from it, making the chest appear even more sinister. I glance towards Igna, I had my doubt. I still found it strange that I was able to defeat him.

”Was it a fluke that I happened to beat you?” I decided to ask him.

He threw up his face at me, but still responded to my question. ”I was already slightly wounded from my encounter with an old nemesis, so I wasn't at full strength. I thought you'd be an easy meal to replenish my strength, it shows that I made a miscalculation,” a sigh left his mouth.

”Who did you fight?” I was intrigued.

”He's a Demon, not something that even you should take on,” he snorted at me.

Was he perhaps talking about the Dryad's nemesis, he did live on Demon Ridge. It wouldn't be unexpected for him to be called a 'Demon,' but was he really all the way here in the middle of the map?

Too many questions, and not enough information or answers.

At this point, Igna had moved off of his pillow and had walked over to sit in front of the chest. ”Shall, we see what you gained?” He snarled slightly, and I roll my eyes at him. But nonetheless, I grabbed the lip of the chest and pulled it open.