After he’d left the Adventurer’s Guild, Azuratt finally allowed himself a slight smile.
I suspected as much when I found out about the entrance restriction, but that mimic really did survive. Now then, I’ll really need to start looking for a way to get her out of there...
To Azuratt, her form was truly ideal. From its perfect shape, to the feel of her skin, to the color of her complexion, everything about her legs were perfect. He’d never seen such a beautiful pair before. And, most importantly, she didn’t have any unnecessary parts.
Azuratt had absolutely no interest in anything other than legs. He’d collected several pairs up until now, but naturally, they didn’t last long on their own. And preserving them was out of the question—neither stuffing them or putting them on ice maintained their original form.
But there was no need to worry about that with her. As a monster, she would stay like that forever...as long as she wasn’t killed, anyway. Azuratt would be able to love and adore those legs, and those legs alone, for eternity.
Just imagining it almost led him to climax, but he couldn’t allow himself to drown in his fantasies. If he didn’t put some actual countermeasures in place soon, then it was possible not even the Crimson Rose could help her.
“So the problem would be heroes... And they want me to introduce them to one...”
A single legendary item probably wouldn’t mean much against a hero. The Aldora Labyrinth was a small-scale dungeon with a difficulty level of only two. As a third-rank hero, Deimos would never bother with such a labyrinth, but who could say for sure? He could very well be caught with a sudden flight of fancy and decide to take it on.
So Azuratt decided to confirm the hero’s plans first.