"Young Master, do I look good in this armor?"
Elina twirled around excitedly, her eyes shining with anticipation as she looked at Leon.
Leon chuckled softly and nodded. "It suits you perfectly. That armor was made for female dwarves, after all."
"Hehehe..." Elina giggled in delight, then turned her gaze to the four unconscious dwarves—three men and one woman—lying on the floor.
The two men on the right were tax officials, while the pair on the left—a man and a woman—were soldiers whose armor they had taken.
Leon had knocked all four out so they could sneak into the Royal Palace unnoticed.
"By the way, what are we going to do with them? Should we hide them?" Elina asked curiously.
"Yes," Leon replied with a small nod. "I'll move them to the corner of the room. While I do that, can you cast a concealment spell?"
Elina grinned. "Of course I can!"