Dungeon of Niflheim-Chapter 784: Spear, glaive or something else

If he was to quantify his improvement, maybe a couple percent increase, minor overall but quite a leap for just a five minute session.

Frost's desire to own an aura resistor soared as he realised this. Even if it ended up costing him an arm and a leg he'd still purchase it with a smile on his face. Such a development opportunity was worth any price.

"Urgh." He was brought out of his thoughts by another wave of pain and not wanting to relish in pointless suffering he retrieved a coomon mid-level health potion from his storage and downed the contents.

"Yuck, how can you stomach such a poor quality potion." Khione balked at the sight of Frost chugging down the red liquid, her stomach immediately feeling nauseous.

"…I forgot who were for a second there." Frost first looked at her in confusion before donning an expression of contempt.

"Oi what's with that look." Khione's anger flared, her left hand balling into a tight fist ready to punch some sense into this arrogant weakling.

"Just remembering your status as a spoiled and sheltered Princess." His words were laced with more envy than scorn but that didn't stop a large fist from blowing up one of ribs.

"Seems you've gotten cocky after winning our little bet." Khione cracked her knuckles feeling a strong urge to make sure this new friend of hers knew where he stood in this relationship of theirs.

"Oh so I did win." Unperturbed by her threats of violence after getting to know her Frost latched onto a crucial detail she let slip, a detail that overrode the pain from having his rib fractured.

Winning their bet meant he was owed a weapon, a weapon from the vaulted trove of the Niflheim royal family. Something worthy of celebration.

"Tch!" Losing her drive for violence she loudly clicked her tongue and sulked. She actually lost the bet how was she going to convince Frost to act as her servant/guide when she left Niflheim now?

"So materialistic for a just a single weapon, such an unattractive quality." She spoke with forced disdain, realising the intent behind Frost's earlier words.

Yes she was a spoiled Princess, given the very best training, equipment, resources and even food from the moment she was born, never knowing pain or suffering. But was that something she should be ashamed of? No, rather she was proud of the fact that because her parents were so powerful she could comfortably live such a life.

"So if I choose to forgo the weapon you'll find me attractive." Replied Frost in a playful manner.

"….hmph never." Khione was speechless for a second still not used to her words being so easily twisted by him but in the end she firmly denied his statement, crossing her arms beneath her ample chest and looking down on him as if he was a toad lusting after a swan.

"Oof such fierce contempt in those eyes, my poor heart can't take it." Frost placed his left hand over his chest, dramatically faking an injury.

"Would you rather I use my fists to relay it instead?" Replied Khione with a growing smile, finding his teasing antics amusing.

Frost glanced at the large pair of fists that were primed to pummel him into submission. "I retract my earlier statement; your eyes will be enough." He said with his right hand raised as though swearing an oath of truth.

"Pity I was looking forward to personally testing the limits of your durability." Khione showed clear disappointment in her expression; it had been too long since she'd been able to dole out a one-sided beating.

"Hoh I didn't think the barbarian princess of Niflheim could be so forward in her advances, your making me blush Khione." Frost twisted the meaning behind her intentions into something perverted. He then winked at her in a flirtatious manner, loosened his robes to show off more of his chest, moved in close enough so she could smell his natural scent and allowed his eyes to reveal a burning, passionate heat.

"Uwa!" Khione was caught completely by surprise, her cheeks quickly turning a bright shade of pink as she forcibly put some distance between them. Frost was just too devious; her poor mind was becoming more and more susceptible to corruption the longer they interacted.

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"Hahahaha still so innocent." Frost removed his seductive prowess instantly, proof that he was simply teasing the young woman.

"You asshole you must really want to be pummelled!" Anger quickly arose in Khione as her embarrassment faded, this time she even summoned her spear.

"Pummelled?" Another word that could easily be misconstrued. Frost couldn't help but smile in a knowing manner which once again blew apart Khione's anger turning her into a pink mess. She had no defences against such devious attacks, especially against ones doled out by a person she'd come to see in a different light.

"You!" All she could do was purge her mind of the alluring, provocative images the best she could and point at him angrily.

"Hehehehe…ow!!" In response Frost erupted with boundless laughter, a sound that grated harshly on her ears. Soon he was made to be silent by a powerful left hook, Khione formed a fist out of her aura and swatted him with it while keeping her distance.

He was then forced to kneel on the cold ice floor with his hands raised above his head while Khione 'gently' prodded him with her spear.

"Feel like saying anything else Frost?" She asked with an air of authority; she was back in her drill sergeant mode.

"Mo Feacher" (No teacher) Frost's cheeks were swollen from the punches, so he struggled to speak clearly but Khione still understood him.

"Good." She was pleased with his response and felt that he had been abused enough for his earlier behaviour. "You can get up now." She allowed him to stand and recover from his minor wounds, all of which were pretty superficial.

Normally she would have killed or at the very least crippled someone for acting in such a manner towards her but strangely she didn't dislike it all that much when Frost was the one doing it. She may have been embarrassed by his antics, but she also felt a sense of pleasure when he teased and flirted with her thus she only lightly reprimanded him.

Frost also came to understand that his new teacher, friend and possible fiancé no longer saw him as an eyesore but as an interesting individual thus she allowed him some leeway in their interactions. Discovering where she drew the line however would be a challenge and would ultimately determine how far their relationship could go.

He still didn't see a romantic relationship on the horizon, but a strong friendship was definitely possible, they had a lot in common after all.

Once Frost's swelling went down and he no longer felt the aftereffects of the aura resistor Khione felt that she had to uphold her end of the bargain.

"Do you want a glaive, spear or something different?" She asked while remembering some of the things stored in her family's weapons vault. Shivali and his family had collected and forged a hell of a lot of things during their existence, the amount of choice was staggering.

"I can't look personally I take it." He expected as such, not just anyone could enter and search the weapons vault of one of the strongest Gods in existence. Maybe if he and Khione actually got married in the future he'd have the right but at the moment he was still just a guest.

"No, I'll be the one picking but don't worry I won't cheat you out of your reward by giving you something trashy." Her pride wouldn't allow her to do such a distasteful thing, but she also wouldn't give him the best of the best just because he managed to endure a five minute test. The weapon would be an appropriate reward for the risk he undertook. Frost just needed to choose what type of weapon he wanted.