Faking It

“I guess the neck I cut off grew back just fine?”

I couldn’t say a word after coming face-to-face with the Sword Maiden.

Was it because I remembered her slicing my neck off? Because I was afraid she’d kill me the same way again?

Well, that was partly true, but the most important thing was something else.

‘What’s with those boobs?’

A question that had lingered since I was outside the Tower.

The Sword Maiden’s ‘boobies’ here were too… well, not exactly too much; they were just a decent size, but.

Anyway, they were way bigger than before.

‘That’s way too big a difference.’

How had she gone from a flat washboard to a mountain range like this...