The following day, Adam found himself standing before a full-body mirror with a helpless expression on his face.
There were several maids around him, helping him don his black armor.
On one side, the Captain of the Black Legion, Raidon, was glancing at him with an awkward look on his face.
"My Lord… do you really not wish to wear the armor?" He asked.
Adam turned to look at him and made an ugly face. "Do I look like I want to?"
He shook his head in exasperation. "I've never worn armor in my life. My enchanted Magus robes work just fine. Besides…"
He lowered his head, glancing at the heavy breastplate, and grumbled, "It's too heavy to be used on the battlefield. Sure, it'll boost your defence, but what about your speed? Speed is equally important on the battlefield."
"Shuh now, child!" Professor Mathilda Whitaker lightly reprimanded him. "You need to only wear the armor for a few hours. Don't complain now."
