A Date

Although the Yggdmillennia didn't know the specifics, they sensed that Assassin might be out of control. To prevent Assassin from falling into the hands of the Red Faction, they decided to send someone to investigate.

Originally, this task should have fallen to the Archer group, but Arkhan, under the pretext of 'not revealing too many cards', took it upon himself.

However, his motives were not as pure as he said to be.

Thinking about this, Arkhan's gaze unconsciously shifted to Nidhogg's smooth and fair legs. Eventually, as she noticed his gaze, he withdrew his gaze and coughed lightly.

"By the way, Nid, fancy taking a stroll around here?" Arkhan asked casually while observing the surroundings. "Like going to some fun places or something..."

Nidhogg's hand paused slightly, her face showing a clear hint of interest. Having embraced the modern knowledge granted by the Holy Grail, she held great expectations for this unique world.

Arkhan's suggestion struck a chord with her, but she suddenly remembered their purpose in coming to this place.

"However... Weren't we here for Assassin—"

"That doesn't matter; after all, our goal isn't the Holy Grail." Arkhan gazed intensely at her. "We don't get opportunities like this often; it'd be a shame not to enjoy ourselves."

"Well..." Nidhogg tilted her head in thought, then nodded. "Alright."

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Ten minutes later, Nidhogg looked at the women's clothing store in front of her. After a moment of silence, she turned to Arkhan.

"Is this the 'fun place' you were talking about?"

"Since we're here to have fun, we should experience the local culture, and clothing is an essential part of it, no?" Arkhan said confidently.

"But I think there's nothing wrong with what I'm wearing..." Nidhogg said while looking at her black dress. Sighisoara was a city steeped in medieval style, and her attire perfectly matched the local fashion.

"Ahem, I'm not talking about this city, but this era." Arkhan cleared his throat. "And you've been wearing the same outfit all along. Don't you find it monotonous at all?"

"Well... Alright..."

Despite feeling something amiss, Nidhogg nodded and followed him into the clothing store.

Inside the store, the dazzling array of women's clothing caught her eye. The convenience and creativity of the industrial era were beyond what magecraft could achieve. The distinct and stylish outfits made her, who wasn't originally interested, unknowingly a bit eager.

However, Arkhan moved faster than her. Like a hunter locking onto its prey, he swiftly moved through the store and soon returned to her, holding a set of clothes with eyes sparkling.

"Quick! Try this on!"

Although Nidhogg found his behavior peculiar, she didn't think too much about it. She obediently nodded and entered the fitting room with the clothes.

Arkhan paced impatiently outside the fitting room, and fortunately, it didn't take long for Nidhogg to emerge.

He had chosen a professionally styled outfit—a light-colored top adorned with lace and floral patterns around the collar, highlighting Nidhogg's fair skin. The tight-fitting pencil skirt emphasized her well-proportioned figure, and her shapely legs were encased in smooth black stockings. Paired with black high heels, the mature and alluring charm of a sophisticated office lady immediately enveloped her, truly an indescribable charm.

A surge of heat instantly rushed to Arkhan's mind, and silently, he gave himself a hundred and twenty points of approval.

Indeed, black stockings were a woman's romantic touch!

Following that, Arkhan picked out several sets of clothes for Nidhogg again, all of them leaning toward the more sensual style.

His bold fashion choices made Nidhogg blush uncontrollably.

"Do-Don't joke around! How could I possibly go out wearing these kinds of clothes?!"

Her face turned red as she looked at the ultra-short skirt in his hands, barely covering her thighs, which made her adamantly refuse to change.

"Tch."

Arkhan clicked his tongue regretfully, realizing the ultra-short skirt might be a bit too much for Nidhogg. As a result, he decided to put it back.

However, at that moment, a delicate hand suddenly pressed down on him, and a voice as faint as a mosquito buzzed in his ear.

"W-Well... But if it's just for you to see... I-I don't mind..."

Looking at the rarely shy and coy Nidhogg, Arkhan felt a surge of excitement. He immediately embraced her delicate body and planted a kiss on her beautifully blushing face without hesitation.

"You're so adorable, Darling!" Arkhan praised his wife happily.

The term 'darling' coming out of nowhere from his mouth made Nidhogg's body go a bit limp and warm, although her heart was swirling with sweetness like syrup.

"So, Darling, how about this?"

Satisfied with Nidhogg's reaction, Arkhan asked again with enthusiasm, displaying a pair of black crotchless stockings in front of her.

"You must be kidding! Th-This is clearly beyond the realm of normal clothing! There's no way I'm changing into that, so just forget about it!"

Despite her initial firm stance, Arkhan's relentless 'darling' assault eventually made her agree to wear it, but only for his eyes to see.

"Damn it... You're a scoundrel! You obviously planned this from the beginning."

Nidhogg complained while playfully twisting Arkhan's waist, realizing that he intended to bring her to this clothing store right from the start. His purpose was not as pure as she thought after all.

"But don't you find it fun?" Arkhan chuckled.

"Hmph, it's you who finds it fun. You keep picking these embarrassing clothes for me and laughing so happily by yourself..." Nidhogg muttered softly.

"Picking clothes for your loved one is also part of a date, isn't it?" Arkhan, with his arms around her slender waist, laughed softly in her ear.

Hearing his words, a hint of panic instantly appeared in Nidhogg's beautiful eyes.

"You... you mean... we're on a... date...?"

"What? You're just realizing it now?" Arkhan sighed lightly. "If it weren't for a date with you, why would I bother to take on this troublesome task and bring you here so early in the morning? Purely investigate Assassin?"

"Well... It's not my fault... I've never been on a date before..." Nidhogg defended herself in a soft voice.

"That's why, this time, as your husband, it's my way of making it up to you..."

After saying that, Arkhan moved behind Nidhogg and embraced her from behind while gently resting his head on her shoulder, inhaling the faint scent of her hair.

"This is something I owe you long ago, and now it's time for me to repay it, my wife."