Interlude - The Lion’s Mantle

First I'd like to apologize for ruining the 'new' section of webnovel with my shamelessness. Everyone should stop using 'ignore this' 15k words on the start of your chapter, well, unless you're me of course, with the hide of a whale.

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Soon the next day arrived and we prepared to set out, I looked into the polished silver hand mirror I had on hand and was satisfied with my new appearance,

Over the past two years since I have arrived in this world, I have grown stronger and taller at an above average 5'7" for my age of 15 years. My muscles have grown but are still very lean as I haven't trained my strength as much as agility, but still like before, my monstrous level of muscle density makes up for it.

I kept my hair the same with messy brown locks adorned over my head, still trimmed long enough to only have bangs showing, I never was much for long hair on men.

My face grew more handsome with the progression of puberty and I have nice western features and striking blue eyes which give off a more dignified aura than before.

I decided to support Artoria in her endeavor to become king, not only to grow in strength but to cement myself in history.

It sounds strange but, if I die, I want to at least be remembered.

I tuck away those thoughts as I look at my clothing, I still went with a brown tunic over a long sleeved white collared shirt, black trousers and brown leather boots. The main change in my clothing was the cloak, this cloak I made along with the help of Vivian during my time there.

The cloak was layered with multiple defensive runes and my own unique flair, I decided to dye it as a red and black gradient, it's starts a bright red from the start but slowly fades into black by the end, the cloak reaches to my calfs in length and covers my arms as well. The final touches of the mantle was something I decided.

As someone that likes to look cool I also lined the neck of the cloak with white fur and the ends and sides of the cloak also have gold trimmings. The final touch was the golden coat of arms at the back of the cloak. For the cost of arms I decided to pick a lion. The lion has yet to represent royalty and such at this time, so I decided to choose it.

I mean what's as domineering in medieval Britain than the King the Beasts...?

I put down my polished silver mirror and head down the stairs only to end up face to face with Artoria, she put on a cloak as well and tied up her hair in an attempt to appear more masculine, she also wore a brown leather tunic but with a metal breastplate as well.

She gave off a dignified air, but not quite one of royalty just yet, maybe it's her dragon blood...?

She seemed immersed in my outfit before I flashed my hands on her face, she snapped out of it only to quickly become excited before yelling, "So, cool!"

"Ooops!" She covers her mouth before casting a short magic and clearing her throat. Only for me too hear,

"So cool." She said once again but with a much deeper and more masculine voice.

We stared at each other before we couldn't hold it anymore and broke into laughter, her masculine laughter only instigate me further which she responded in turn, this continued until Merlin arrived and bonked our heads then told us to follow.

We stifled our laughter before giving each other one last chuckle and proceeding after Merlin.

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Sorry for shorter interlude chapter as I wanted to plan a bit more for this arc before releasing the next chapter.

Thanks for reading,

-RISE10