"Oh, right!"
Greg shook those awful scenarios out of his head and looked at Nightmare, a hint of anticipation and uncertainty in his eyes.
"Since your power's started recovering, does... does that mean you can turn into your catgirl form now?"
He remembered Nightmare mentioning that her full form consumed a great deal of power.
But now that some of her power had recovered, didn't that mean...
A playful glint flashed through Nightmare's emerald eyes. She elegantly licked her paw and spoke at a leisurely pace.
"If thou art willing to postpone receiving my blessing for quite some time longer, I could indeed manage to maintain my original... hmm, in thy words, my catgirl form, for a little while. Well? Wouldst thou make that trade?"
Greg said, "...Never mind, then."
Although that enormous treasure chest was certainly tempting, after weighing his options, Greg still wanted power more than boobs.
"A wise decision."
Nightmare seemed unsurprised by his answer and even nodded with a hint of approval.
Power was the foundation of survival. As a goddess, she understood that better than anyone.
"Well, enough of that. Let's head back to camp."
Greg rolled his shoulders, tugging at a few wounds and making him suck in a small breath.
"I feel like if I keep messing around out here, these wounds are going to start hurting again."
Although his Level 2 Blunt Resistance and Sylvia's timely healing had kept him from suffering serious injuries in his battle with the Silent Penitent, the flesh wounds left by the scepter's glancing blows, along with his depleted mana and mental energy, would all take time and rest to recover.
He didn't want a moment of showing off to aggravate his injuries.
After all, his main goal now was to rest properly and recover his strength,