As the newly hired battle maid emerged from the barrier in the park's dense woods, Samael's eyes lit up.
It had to be said that although Bazett was not good at dressing herself up, she was still a naturally beautiful woman. Her sharply sculpted facial features radiated heroic spirit, while the beauty mark at the corner of her eye, like a dot of cinnabar, added a touch of bewitching charm.
Having shed her stiff, solemn suit, the snug maid outfit instead accentuated the graceful lines of her well-trained body, along with a hint of feminine softness.
Especially the surging waves beneath her chest, which were particularly eye-catching.
The old serpent's gaze lingered somewhere for a moment before he raised a thumb in heartfelt praise.
"Not bad. Pretty cute."
"But it's too tight. I feel like this outfit might interfere with combat."
Bazett held up the two burdens on her chest with both hands, then tried moving her tightly cinched waist. She could not help frowning slightly, beginning to question the nature of this work uniform.
Samael turned around and placed one hand on Bazett's jade-smooth shoulder, his face solemn and his gaze profound.
"If you can dance in shackles, then wouldn't you dance even more perfectly after taking them off? Putting on this outfit to impose limits on yourself, then breaking through those limits—how is that not a form of training?"
"Mm, that makes sense!"
At his words, Bazett thought of someone's monstrous combat strength during the Fourth Holy Grail War. Her eyes suddenly gleamed, and she slammed her right fist into her left palm, nodding hard in excitement.
She believed him again.
"Then take good care of your work uniform from now on."
A pleased smile curled at Samael's lips, his drawling tone slipping teasingly from between his parted