Chapter 557: The Racist Bipedal

"Is… it really alright for me to be walking around?"

"It is fine, Silvie. They won't recognize you, and I have noticed that themarians can be quite apathetic about the things not directly and immediately concerning them."

"...Are you sure?"

Silvie raised her arm to look at her hand, which was now completely covered in a silver gauntlet; it wasn't only her arms. She was wearing the complete set of armor of the royal guards.

"..." And as she lowered her hand, the brightness and warmth of the sun wrapped her entire silhouette. She initially thought the helmet would obscure her vision, but not at all. It even almost felt as if she wasn't wearing anything.

She was free.

She then turned to look at Riley, whose entire left arm was still regenerating from being torn apart.