The cheap mundane canvas completely shredded into ribbons, tearing entirely off her towering frame with a loud tearing sound.

She wasn’t wearing a linen undershirt and she wasn’t wearing a sports bra either.

With a second equally aggressive flex of her massive lats and obliques, she unbuckled her standard leather belt and completely shed her lower combat trousers as well, kicking the discarded rags away across the stone floorboards.

She stood triumphantly on the stone floor of the Garrison, completely naked.

She proudly revealed her entire muscled Amazonian-like physique directly to the crowded hall.

Her body was a testament to brutal frontier warfare... carved with dense thick slabs of muscle, lined with small white battle scars from before the Novice Trial that she let stay there and exuding a terrifying physical presence.

She placed her large hands firmly on her wide hips and looked directly up at the dais.

"My Lord..." Brida purred.

Her commanding voice suddenly dropped into a seductive rumble that vibrated through the air as she intentionally flexed her massive lats and popped her biceps.

"How do I look?"

Silas violently choked on his own breath.

His eyes went wide as saucers.

He instinctively stumbled half a step backward on the raised stone dais with his usually unflappable cheeks burning a brilliant shade of bright crimson.

His brain was completely short-circuited.

He was an Earth guy confronted by a seven-foot-tall, naked female juggernaut who looked like she could bench-press a mag-cab... but that wasn’t the thing...

He immediately averted his eyes, turning his head sharply to stare fixedly at the rusted iron torch brackets on the far ceiling just to avoid staring directly at his commander’s massive exposed chest.

Down on the stone floor, Brida noticed his immediate flustered retreat.

’Is this my Lord’s very first time seeing a naked woman?!’ Brida thought as her thoughts swelled with a massive wave of affection. ’He looks so incredibly cute when he blushes like a flustered boy! I want to throw him directly onto an oak table and eat him whole!’

She took a slow deliberate and suggestive step toward the dais, rolling her hips as she prepared to fully leverage her overwhelming physical advantage to claim her Sovereign’s attention.

However...

Her seductive explicit thoughts were instantly shattered into a million pieces.

From the second row of the kneeling formation, one of her sharp-eyed squad lieutenants pointed a gauntleted finger directly toward her midsection and yelled out over the dead silence of the hall.

"Captain Brida, please look down!" the young girl shouted in genuine horror. "You have a nasty pimple on your stomach!"

rida froze completely.

The towering heavy infantry commander immediately snapped her chin down.

Her drunken confidence evaporated in a fraction of a second.

She stared directly at her own incredibly dense muscled midsection.

Right there, sitting completely exposed just above her chiseled eight-pack abdominal muscles, was a highly inflamed red blemish.

It wasn’t a battle scar.

It wasn’t a glorious wound earned from tanking the crushing blow of a Gore-Fiend.

It was a mundane and unglamorous red pimple.

Her squad lieutenant was right.

Paired with her otherwise pristine, statuesque muscles, it looked very ugly.

Brida’s battle-hardened face flushed a deep, panicked shade of crimson.

She immediately looked back up at the raised stone dais.

Silas was actively averting his eyes, staring fixedly at the rusted iron torch brackets on the ceiling with a heavy blush on his own cheeks.

’By the Realm!’ Brida’s thoughtsshrieked in catastrophic horror. ’This is exactly why he was avoiding looking at me! He saw the ugly blemish! I am completely ruining his aesthetic standards!’

Brida didn’t calmly ask for a medical ointment but she didn’t ignore it either like a seasoned veteran less her lord thought she was dirty.

Brida panicked.

She immediately spun around on her bare heels and frantically sprinted directly toward the heavy stone doorway of the Garrison with her massive breasts bouncing wildly with every heavy footstep.

She ran straight toward Eluned, who was still slouched against the stone frame, heavily slurring her words and clutching her empty moonshine bottle.

"Lady Eluned!" Brida yelled, entirely abandoning her military dignity.

She pointed a massive finger directly at her own stomach. "This disgusting pimple is making my naked body look ugly! My Lord is completely disgusted by it! You have to help me get rid of it right now!"

Eluned blinked.

The SSS-Rank Goddess of Nature slowly tilted her head to the right.

Her violently glowing green eyes were completely unfocused, swimming in a thick haze of Kaelia’s ninety-proof bootleg liquor.

"Pimmmple...?" Eluned slurred, raising her left hand with a sluggish uncoordinated movement. "I can fixxxt that..."

"Alright then..."

All the goddess had to do was to cast a simple restoration spell however Eluned didn’t cast a restoration spell at all...

WHOOSH!

A terrifying condensed blinding sphere of pure concentrated nature annihilation magic instantly flared to life in the exact center of her divine palm.

Brida’s combat instincts flared instantly.

The overwhelming killing intent radiating from the Goddess’s hand triggered her survival reflexes.

Brida violently threw her massive body completely backward, throwing her head out of the way just in time.

BOOM!

Eluned casually fired a high-density armor-piercing beam of solid mana directly from her palm.

The green laser entirely missed Brida’s stomach.

It shot diagonally across the Garrison, missing the heavy infantry commander’s ear by a fraction of an inch.

The beam struck the heavy reinforced stone roof of the hall.

The massive stone blocks instantly vaporized.

The beam blew a massive crater directly through the ceiling, disappearing into the rainy night sky above the territory and letting a sudden downpour of freezing water and crushed gravel rain down into the hall before it fixed.

Silas stood on the dais, staring at the newly formed skylight.

"Hey!" Silas yelled, entirely exasperated by the sudden, massive property damage.

Eluned didn’t apologize.

The heavily intoxicated Goddess simply turned her flushed face toward him and lazily stuck her tongue out at him in a cheeky unrepentant gesture.

Silas aggressively rubbed his temples.

’How the hell does a literal Goddess of Nature get drunk in the first place?!’ Silas screamed inwardly. ’’Shouldn’t her divine biology instantly metabolize human alcohol? What kind of broken defective lore is this?!’

Down on the floor, Brida slowly adjusted her head, staring at the smoking hole in the roof in sheer disbelief.

She looked down at her stomach... The blemish was still there.

"How the hell do I get rid of this pimple now?!" Brida groaned in sheer frustration.

Silas let out an exhausted sigh.

He stepped down from the stone dais and walked across the Garrison floor toward his naked commander.

"Hold still," Silas said, his voice dropping into a calm, authoritative cadence. "I’ll help you."

He didn’t draw a potion from his inventory. He simply raised his right hand.

Directly on his knuckles, the intricate glowing green Genesis Rune that Eluned had kissed onto his skin back in the Keep began to actively pulse.

The heavy scent of Kaelia’s moonshine and wet mud was instantly banished from the immediate area as a sudden pleasant aroma wafted rapidly out from his hand.

It smelled like fresh pine, blooming spring flowers, and concentrated morning dew.

The pure nature energy completely caught Brida in its trail, wrapping gently around her towering muscled frame.

Silas lightly tapped his glowing knuckle directly against her stomach.

There was no gross and no popping sound.

’Huh... no popping juice either?’ She thought, Brida hadn’t known that the same spell that could heal limbs would be used to simply fix pimple issues.

The divine energy simply flooded the infected pores as inflamed red blemish instantly dissolved into perfect unblemished skin.

It was completely healed on a cellular level.

Brida gasped, looking down at her perfect, heavily chiseled stomach.

"Thank you, my Lord!" Brida beamed brightly.

She eagerly bounced on the balls of her feet in sheer happiness.

The sudden enthusiastic movement caused her massive, heavy breasts to swing and bounce erotically, right in front of his face.

This time, Silas didn’t immediately avert his eyes.

He stood his ground and actually looked at her.

He analyzed her towering frame.

He looked at the dense, carved eight-pack on her stomach and he looked at the thick powerful muscles of her thighs, the broad span of her lats, and the heavy femininity of her chest.

’Damn,’ Silas thought with his brain completely stalling as a genuine wave of appreciation washed over him. ’Brida’s really cute and incredibly buff too.’

He had spent his entire life on Earth surrounded by fragile, highly curated corporate models and delicate socialites.

This was entirely different.

’I might have really just unlocked a brand new type...’ Silas realized, heavily approving of her physique.

Brida immediately noticed his gaze.

She saw the intense appreciative focus in his golden-ringed eyes.

He wasn’t looking at her like she was just a heavy shield.

He was actively staring directly at her breasts with genuine male interest.

A massive incredibly hot blush completely conquered her battle-scarred cheeks.

Her heart hammered wildly.

Feeling incredibly bold, she intentionally pushed her chest forward, making her heavy assets shake just a little bit more to actively bait his attention.

The intimate charged moment was immediately interrupted.

A collective, terrifying wave of killing intent flooded the Garrison.

The other sixty-nine girls in the kneeling formation were glaring directly at Brida, shooting her intense competitive jealous looks.

They were not about to let the heavy infantry captain monopolize their Sovereign’s attention!

"Put your clothes on, Brida!" Tamsin yelled from the second row with her dual daggers noticeably rattling in their sheaths.

Brida completely ignored the warriors and scouts.

She eagerly reached down and picked up the dark, reinforced canvas tunic and heavy leather trousers Silas had gifted her.

She quickly pulled the regular set on over her towering frame.

At first, the garments didn’t fit at all.

The heavy canvas sagged awkwardly around her massive shoulders, and the leather trousers hung loosely against her thick thighs.

"They feel a bit loose, my Lord," Brida noted, adjusting the collar. "But they are okay regardless."

Silas just smiled. "Give it two seconds."

The Tier 2 Auto-Fitting runes seamlessly activated.

A blue magical matrix briefly flashed across the dark fabric.

The heavy canvas instantly shrunk.

The fabric tightened aggressively, hugging the exact, massive dimensions of her broad shoulders, her heavy chest, and her thick core.

The leather trousers constricted perfectly against her powerful thighs, providing support without restricting her joints in the slightest.

Brida’s eyes widened in sheer shock.

"By the Realm," Brida breathed out, flexing her arms. "They are really comfy too!"

She was incredibly happy.

She smiled brightly, deeply appreciating the quality of the highly expensive gift.

She took a quick look around the Garrison at the other kneeling girls.

They had received very similar versions of the tactical wear, though color-coded in deep greens, dark grays, and blacks depending on their specific squad designations.

Brida turned back to Silas.

She dropped completely to one knee, bowing her head deeply.

"I love you, my Lord!" Brida announced loudly, her deep voice echoing across the hall. "And I love the gifts!"

The blunt filterless confession made the other girls in the formation blush furiously.

They completely lost their military composure, internally screaming in competitive panic.

’Why is Brida always trying to aggressively seduce our Lord all the absolute time?!’ Fenna thought, clutching her bow tightly. ’She has zero shame!’

Silas didn’t flinch at the confession.

He didn’t act like a dense flustered anime protagonist who didn’t understand the heavy romantic implications.

He smiled easily, leaning casually on his back leg.

"I love you too, Brida..." Silas told her smoothly.

Brida completely lost her balance.

The towering woman actually stumbled violently backward with her heavy boots slipping on the stone.

She landed directly on her ass with a loud thud, staring up at him with wide lovestruck eyes.

"R-really?" Brida squeaked, her deep voice cracking completely.

"Of course," Silas confirmed, comfortable with his own words.

He looked out over the rest of the silent blushing Vanguard. "I love all of you."

It was a fatal critical hit.

The devastating charm of their cold, terrifying Sovereign openly declaring his affection completely broke their collective restraint.

The girls violently swooned, their hearts physically aching with pure devotion and then degeneracy entirely took over the Garrison.

"I must test my new clothes!" one of the scout archers yelled enthusiastically while violently ripping her tunic off.

"Me too!" a shieldmaiden agreed, unbuckling her armor.

Silas’s eyes went completely wide.

All seventy women in the Garrison immediately began getting completely naked.