Those Legs Are Worth a Year

As long as she transformed into Aya Tiamat's true form, Aya's "combat power" would be no less than Artoria's. If the two of them hugged again like that... it would probably be like two battleships colliding.

Artoria imagined the scene for a moment... Damn it, why did it seem a little tempting?

"Aya, stop holding me... It's so hot," Artoria said helplessly.

"No. If I let go again, you'll leave me!" Aya said. "I won't let go."

"I won't leave. I absolutely won't leave..." Artoria smiled bitterly. But with Aya's mental state so unstable, she definitely would not believe her so easily.

Or rather, Aya simply wanted to hold her.

"Ah..." Artoria cried out as Aya suddenly draped one leg over her.

Her heart pounded wildly. Artoria had never experienced this feeling before.

Artoria had probably only ever touched one girl's legs in her life: her own, back when she had been a girl. She seemed to have touched her elder sister Morgan's legs as well, but her sister could hardly be considered a girl anymore.

Aya's legs were different from Artoria's own. In the past, after battles, Artoria would massage her stiff legs, hardened by long hours of riding and preparing for war. Her legs were not thick, but neither was their skin particularly delicate, and they contained astonishing strength.

So for Artoria, massaging her own legs had never meant much. It was no different from maintaining armor with oil. After all, Artoria had always treated herself as a weapon.

But Aya's legs were completely different.

A frail young girl who had lived in comfort for over a decade had never done strenuous exercise. Her skin was as soft and delicate as a baby's, and weakened by illness, her legs were even softer and slimmer than those of an