Primordial Villain With A Slave Harem

She thinks inwardly for a few seconds before replying, "you are a blank page as far as I'm concerned. You are pretty talented with the spear but maybe you would be even better with another weapon type. If you go with swords I can teach you much better than otherwise, but you should try things out and see what comes naturally for you. As for defenses, I would recommend medium armor.

Light armor as a melee fighter is extremely dangerous and is definitely not for beginners. Heavy armor on the other hand would be too limiting with its cumbersomeness and might just get you killed because you would become too slow."

"Alright. Since we already have- admittedly a bit lackluster, but serviceable- weapons, we should focus on buying armor this time around, right?" I ask.

"Yes. We need defenses first and foremost."

We walked towards the labyrinth where most of these kinds of shops were concentrated at, and began our shopping trip.

The two of us went into the first shop that seemed decent enough from outside.

We are greeted by an older lady and after we tell her that we are just looking around for now she leaves us be.

For now I follow Ayame because she actually knows what's going on in this place. My eyes widen in shock when I see an armor set displayed on a mannequin. It's eastern styled, or to be more accurate, it's basically a female fantasy samurai themed gear set. "Wait, what's this? Did your clan make these apparels?"

"Oh? I didn't think you'd recognize it." She looks at me surprised, but then smugly continues, "that's right. Armor and weapons are one of our biggest exports to the other duchies. For whatever reason people love eastern themed gear. It's more of a fashion choice than utility for them, though, because the local armors and blades can be just as good, but some prefer our design.

"I can easily see why, this is simply badass. I can't wait to check out how you look in it."

"And I can't wait to finally have armor instead of only linen clothes protecting my skin."

Well, we both have our priorities straight.

"But isn't it heavier than what you wanted? I would definitely put it into the medium armor category."

"Yeah, you are right, but... To be honest with you I said I wanted a light armor because I didn't want you to spend too much money on me and instead get a good defensive one for yourself as you are the one that needs it more, but..."

I smirk and finish her sentence, "but you would really like this one, right?"

She nods sheepishly. "I might've not been entirely truthful when I said I need a light armor to move around easily. A well crafted medium armor offers almost as much mobility, and with my Strength value the extra weight barely matters."

"Don't worry about it. We can always make more money. I also love the look of this armor set, so if it's offered at a good value we should buy it."

The armor on the mannequin is a stunning masterpiece of craftsmanship and design, a blend of high fantasy and eastern aesthetics. The primary color is a deep, rich crimson that seems to shimmer under the light, giving it a regal and commanding presence.

Intricate golden patterns adorn the surface, winding elegantly across the chest, shoulders, and arms, depicting scenes of mythical creatures and ancient symbols. These golden designs add a touch of opulence, making the armor appear not just as a tool of war, but as a work of art.

The shoulder plates are broad and formidable, crafted to provide maximum protection while allowing for a full range of movement. Each piece is etched with detailed engravings, showcasing the meticulous attention to detail that went into its creation. The chest piece is equally impressive, contoured to fit the form of a warrior while providing ample protection.

It features a high collar, which not only adds to the armor's defensive capabilities but also gives it a majestic, high-ranking look.

The gauntlets and bracers are reinforced and sturdy, designed to withstand the harshest of blows. They too are decorated with golden filigree, ensuring that the aesthetic beauty of the armor is maintained throughout. The waist is cinched with a wide, ornate belt, from which hangs a series of protective, yet flexible, plates that cover the upper legs.

The skirt-like design provides both mobility and defense, a perfect blend of functionality and style.

The leg armor is sleek and powerful, each piece interlocking seamlessly to allow for agile movement while providing robust protection. The boots are sturdy, built for both battle and long marches, their design mirroring the rest of the armor with golden accents and engravings.

Overall, this armor exudes an aura of power, nobility, and impeccable craftsmanship. It is a suit that commands respect and awe, both on the battlefield and in the halls of power.

I examine the set, wishing to see its details;

[Gilded Eastern Warlord Armor Set]

[Rarity: Rare]

[Set Skills: Empty]

"Oh, a Rare item! It's just a bit sad that no skills are imbued into it…" I comment, which snaps Ayame's head towards me instantly.

"... What did you just say?" She asks with strangely overwhelming incredulity.

"I said it's sad that-"

"It was a rhetorical question, I heard you perfectly. Quinlan… Just what are you hiding from me?

First you level up to level 2 much faster than I expected, then you can swap your class to Slave Master to change my name without going to a temple, yes I noticed it but decided to not bother you about it knowing that you are deliberately not explaining things, and now you can even see item descriptions?!

What's next, you are going to tell me that you are able to see people's classes and levels just by a glance too?!"

Oops. I didn't know that only I could examine items like this… A pretty big blunder on my part but I wanted to have this chat with her for a while now anyways. I glance around the shop and when I see that no soul is close to us I use another non-described primordial race skill I've found recently, I summon my status window and will it to be visible to others as well.

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