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Trichia Duchy Outskirts

Robin and her platoon were currently culling the monsters within the dungeon.

She just so happened to be clearing the respawned dungeon that was hidden within the abandoned well before. Within her mindscape, she was brimming with energy, being able to compare herself against her old weaker self. Seeing her growth and advancement, both in combat prowess and also from growing from A cup to B cup.

Now that Robin was 17, her body was beginning to change quicker. Her bloodline had began to awaken. Her usual dirty brown hair was losing its pigments already, slowly fading into white. In human standards, this was extremely early. Perhaps 40-50 years too early. However, as her elf bloodline started to fight for dominance against her human genetics. She started to change physically. Prior, her ears were completely fine, small and round like a human, now however, they were beginning to become pointy.

Positioning herself at the back of the unit. Robin took her role seriously. She couldn't see the levels of people, but she was aware of its existence thanks to Asai's many explanations. Currently, she wasn't leading the slaughter like she usually would. Under the orders of Asai, she was heavily relying on her gut feeling. Allowing the men under her to fight the mobs whilst she sniped what she believed to be the stronger ones. Which should then increase their experience and levels.

...

Although they all looked the same to her.

The monsters she had to cull were also taints. However, they appeared just as big as the lycans did, even with the increased muscle mass upon their biceps. A wild variant perhaps? An evolution? She wondered. She didn't care so much as to why they looked different now, what mattered was that they no longer carried any weapons. 

Whilst the men sported their medieval armour, that were becoming increasingly dirty.

Robin proudly stood at the back sporting what modern day men of culture would call "Military Lolita"

Not what she's actually wearing, but just an image to show you what the general aesthetic is.

It was one of the many designs that Asai had his factories produce. In attempts to bring forth fashion from Earth for profit. However, currently it wasn't gaining much traction at all.

Robin, not caring about what she wore in general ended up becoming their mascot model. Although Asai's goal was to sell the deigns to noble households. Because of Robin's efforts, the aesthetic was quickly adopted by mostly military personnel who considered themselves as the elite. Of course, when they were out on the fields of battle, they adorned their usual chainmail and plated armour. Only someone like Robin, who was gifted with mana control could walk around the fields of battle in fashion.

Being able to imbue her clothes with mana, she had found that even cotton or linen materials became as hard as metal.

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The men under her command, although they weren't masochists. Strangely enjoyed being ordered around by the girl who was much shorter than them. Robin with her indifferent gaze would sweep over them and the battlefield. To the men, she was like an ice-princess, mostly due to her sporting a frown quite often. However, in her eyes, she was simply busy imbuing them with mana and scanning the horizon for any hostiles.

After all, she excelled when killing opponents from range. She may as well abuse it.

Whenever Robin had to cast [All in One] although the men weren't able to see mana within her eyes or even empowering her clothes or weapon. They could clearly see the astral projectiles fly forth from above her and into the enemies. This further reinforced their beliefs that she must be carrying royal bloodline, or perhaps she was favoured by Goddess Loha. The fault here mostly lay with the nobles still restricting the knowledge of techniques/skills for themselves.

Clam and Gary's own platoons were more serious about safety. "Defence defence and some more defence!" were their mottos. And whilst their platoons were more relaxed when it came to rules and regulations. If anyone ever asked, no one from Robin's platoon wanted to leave or transfer.

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