Abel was left speechless, choked by her words.
Thinking back, if he had not insisted on going to the warehouse to find her and had come straight to the arena instead, they would have met even earlier.
What kind of situation was this?
The conversation between the two left Prim beside them completely dumbfounded.
“Wait, you two know each other? Who is this little squirt?”
Abel shot Prim an irritated glare and answered, “She is the reward for this ‘Goddess Festival’ winner—the Third Armored Angel ‘Sutis’…”
“Huh?!”
A perfectly understandable shock. Although the ‘weapon’ had a name, Prim had never imagined that this weapon actually possessed self-awareness, and even looked exactly like a human little girl?
Ugh, and she had the same green hair as this jerk. At first glance, they really looked like siblings.
“Who is this noisy auntie, my knight?”
Sutis seemed to notice the princess on Abel’s back only now. Her delicate brows furrowed slightly.
Her voice was innocent and pure, yet the words that came out made Prim explode with rage.
“You damn brat, who are you calling auntie?!”
Prim reached out and mercilessly pinched and rubbed Sutis’s little face.
Although the latter pretended to be indifferent, her displeased eyes betrayed her.
“…And calling me a reward is too rude. I will choose my own ‘lord’ to serve. Not just anyone can become a Goddess Knight.”
Abel actually agreed with this. Not everyone had the ability to fuse with the ‘angels’.
She turned to Abel, extending her slender right hand, palm up.
“My knight.” Her voice grew solemn and distant. Deep within her emerald pupils, circles of runes began to rotate.
“The time has come. In accordance with the contract of fate, merge with me.”
Prim found these words somewhat confusing.
But Abel, as a player of the original work, understood perfectly.
He bent down, set Prim down from his back, and looked at Sutis. The latter stepped forward, extended her fair, slender arms, cupped Abel’s cheeks, and a charming blush appeared on her face.
Thus, amid Prim’s shocked “You really are a lolicon!”, Aruma’s “Your circle is really messy—even siblings can kiss?”, and Ingrid’s “What happened?”,—
Sutis kissed Abel on the lips without hesitation.
For Armored Angels, the way they chose their lords was entirely based on personal affinity. As long as she deemed you suitable, then you could!
Conversely, without this prerequisite of affinity, no matter how strong a person was, they could not merge with an ‘Armored Angel’!
And the so-called contract kiss was the most classic and beloved way to form a contract in 2D works.
He remembered that in the original game, it even had inexplicable censorship light!
Sutis’s lips carried a soft touch.
That clear, sweet taste passed between their lips, like delicious fruit gummies.
In that instant, Abel’s previously somewhat anxious heart seemed to calm down with this light kiss.
Their lips parted—
“From this moment on, we shall fight side by side until the end of our lives!”
As Sutis’s slightly ethereal voice rang out, a faint smile bloomed on the girl’s utterly calm face.
Her figure gradually blurred and began to overlap with Abel’s.
“Please select the weapon type you desire.”
“…Gauntlets.”
Abel made the choice almost without hesitation. Although many beginners would pick a sword because it looked cooler!
But as the first ‘Armored Angel’ he obtained, Sutis’s stat panel had the highest values in the striking category! The gauntlets weapon type could bring out this advantage to the fullest!
The instant Sutis transformed into a weapon, the flame giant, sensing the massive threat, could no longer hold back.
Flames erupted from its mouth, the wind pressure scattering the bangs on Abel’s forehead and making his hair whip wildly in the wind.
Prim tried to set up a protective barrier, but the powerful divine-art barrier crumbled the moment the flames touched it! It could not block the flame giant in the slightest!
Her face turned pale with fright. Her Highness the Princess had thought this flame giant’s strength was definitely extraordinary, but no matter what, as a high-ranking cleric she should at least be of some use—yet she could do nothing at all.
As for Aruma and Ingrid, they thought this man’s brain must be broken—why wasn’t he dodging at all?
Getting hit head-on by an attack of this power—how could there be any chance of survival?!
However, Abel did not dodge or evade. He let out a low shout, and a shield glowing with a soft halo appeared in front of him.
The flames surging forward with overwhelming destructive force parted like waves crashing against a reef, splitting to both sides!
When the flames dissipated, the sand in the arena had almost all been burned red.
Only Abel stood there, almost completely unscathed.
Her Highness the Princess, witnessing this scene, was completely dumbfounded.
In her eyes, this younger brother of Julius’s strength was indeed quite good, but only quite good!
At the ordinary level of a kingdom knight commander. She had never imagined he would be this powerful?!
If he really was this strong, reluctantly letting him take the position of kingdom knight commander did not seem impossible.
In her daze, she stood up, walked behind Abel, and said, “Not bad at all. In that case, if the three of us fight side by side, we might actually have a chance of winning!”
As she spoke, she looked at the equally stunned berserker Aruma beside her. The blonde girl snapped back to her senses and hurriedly ran forward.
“Y-yeah! With three people, we definitely…”
However, Abel merely gave Prim a cold glance. Recalling the plotlines related to these two women, he could not help saying, “You’ve already done what you needed to do. After applying the buffs, stay far away from me and don’t get in the way. I can handle it alone.”
“Who are you calling in the way?!”
Prim was instantly furious at this green-haired guy’s words, smoke practically rising from her seven orifices.
Abel casually glanced at Prim. “Sorry, I’m not targeting you specifically, but—”
“You two both stay far away from me. It would be bad if you got caught in the crossfire.”
This time, even Aruma’s expression soured. Although she knew she was not as strong as the man before her, she was still a top contender for the Goddess Festival champion—yet he treated her as dead weight?!
She already had a short temper, so she immediately felt a surge of irritation.
Still, she held back the urge to PK him on the spot, frowned, and pulled Prim along as they retreated behind Abel.
Trying to help you fight the boss out of kindness, and in your eyes we’re just hindrances?
“…Fine, then we’ll really step back.”
Prim looked at Abel with cold eyes. She now only wanted to watch this presumptuous man die miserably at the monster’s hands.
Don’t worry—she would make sure to mock him thoroughly at his grave.
Small fry, small fry! Soloing the big boss?
Will he win?
He’ll die!