She stared without blinking, silently admiring Byron's perfect body for quite a while before suddenly coming back to herself, letting out a cry and covering her eyes with both small hands.
Then she realized she'd already personally measured his length long ago, so there was absolutely no need to play coy anymore.
So she lowered her hands again, spreading those two little palms that had no blocking effect at all, openly admiring him while quietly commenting:
"The length boost seems about the same as going from two meters to two-point-five in height."
But compared to her, the unmasked Assassin wasn't just different on the outside—his personality seemed to have changed into a completely different person as well.
The underlying hue of his Human Nature faded, and a cold aura spread from his whole body.
The Assassin no longer bothered to puzzle over how Byron could still withstand his [Desert Saber] even after being sucked dry by Amita.
