Chapter 1553: Harems Are Overrated
Before Fulgardt and Skullius’ battle began...
It was a tense standoff.
Rias and the nine women of the Order of the Trodden Rose stood against Sila, Kintar, Uyuniya and the Stark troops.
"The only thing that will be funny is to watch you eat your words, dwarf," Rias said.
"Is that so?" Kintar was beaming. She couldn’t have been happier that the masked man called her that – a dwarf.
Eager to make him eat his words first, she undid a knot she had tied around herself in a string of ways than went beyond just physical. She had bound a portion of her powers – and her physical body – in order to yield a greater benefit later.
But later was now.
Kintar grew taller, her Granted Star Armament adjusting to accommodate the generous changes. Her limbs turned spindly, her shape turned lethal... in the enticing sort of way. Her dark blue hair, cut in bowl, grew longer and wilder. Suddenly, it reached her waist and took on an otherworldly lustre. Even her face became more even. Her eyes remained ovular and creepy, but there was a satin grey lustre to them now, stunning.
Kintar was a dwarf no more. She had turned into a high-class beauty. A creepy one, but a beauty nonetheless.
Sila, Uyuniya and even the members of the infamous Order of the Trodden Rose were stunned by this transformation.
They could never have guessed that the diminutive figure they had been looking at was actually hiding a more pleasing form, not to mention a greater well of power. Only Uyuniya and Rias managed to detect Kintar’s sharp rise in strength, however, because her Granted Star Armament masked any signature of her powers in general.
The Stark Troops present weren’t quite fazed. They knew, quite like everyone else who had been part of Skullius’ Faction, that this was what Kintar had always looked like – if a plenty uglier, before she got stronger.