"Alright, alright, quickly turn your head away."
The purple-haired maiden waved her hand at Shami.
"What about invisibility? Do you have to take off clothes when you’re invisible too?"
Shami suddenly thought about the incident in the wheat field back then.
Could it be that this fellow stripped and then jumped into the wheat field on the spot?
"You don’t need to take off clothes for invisibility, because it’s not necessary to change the body shape, moreover..."
She seemed a bit hesitant to speak, hesitating for a moment, but the purple-haired maiden went ahead and said it directly.
"I have some clothes made exclusively from my own scales... The Dragon Race sheds scales periodically; I collected these shed scales and then made clothes with the ability to change colors. Although the effect is considerably weakened, it does not hinder my ability to use invisibility."
Shami nodded in realization.
"If I want to transform into this Minotaur, I’d still need the clothes on its body."
The purple-haired maiden looked at the fainted Minotaur inside the cage.
The Minotaur Race, which revered strength and muscles, generally exposed the upper body and only wore oversized shorts on the lower body, donning armor only during prepared combat.
Now, Elze’s gaze fell upon its filthy shorts, feeling like she wanted to give up.
"Sorry, I can’t wear something this dirty."
"Rest assured, you just transform, leave the rest to me."
Shami made a guarantee.
The purple-haired maiden looked into Shami’s bright eyes, bit her lips, and chose to trust him.
"But you should move your eyes away first; looking at me like that makes me really shy!"
"How old are you, Elze? Don’t be so willful. You can’t always transform leisurely, danger always comes unexpectedly!"
Shami clenched his fist and encouraged the purple-haired maiden with words of wisdom.
"Being prepared to transform in front of teammates is a kind of training too!"
There was no way the Dragon Race maiden could resist the seasoned guidance of Shami.
After mentally struggling for a while, the purple-haired maiden’s face flushed, and she turned around, facing away from Shami.
She slowly took off her top and skirt.
Wearing only lingerie, her figure was incredibly voluptuous in the flickering orange glow. Elze’s legs were long, waist slender, and her back skin flawless.
Shami watched, his eyebrows couldn’t help but drop.
This Dragon Race maiden really didn’t have a tail...
How is it different from ordinary people, oh.
Elze’s hands were behind her waist, unfastening her bra, suddenly tensed.
She felt a sense of being disparaged somehow.
The purple-haired maiden sped up, and after taking off the last two pieces of clothing, skillfully used the Transformation Ability.
Gradually, small scales appeared on the smooth skin of the purple-haired maiden.
Scales slowly covered every inch of the purple-haired maiden’s body.
At the same time, a soft purple light orb gently adhered to Elze’s skin.
In the dimly lit forest, she became a mass of purple light.
The light orb disappeared.
A two-meter-tall Minotaur appeared.
The Minotaur standing sideways against Shami shyly covered its crotch with its hands and fidgeted the muscular legs together, side-glancing at Shami.
"Is this what they call a contrast, Elze?"
Shami sighed, feeling like witnessing a fitness professional acting cute.
"Stop speaking as if you’re uninvolved, quickly get me some pants!"
Though transformed into a Minotaur, there was a layer of scales covering the real skin.
But so used to wearing clothes, feeling naked is still strange!
"Leave it to me. Although I am just a Demon King, my hidden identity is a max-level villager, even learned the textile skills of female villagers proficiently."
"Not something to brag about, huh!"
"Elze, loosen your hands, let me measure the size, then I can tailor it."
Shami walked over, Elze panicked, her hands covering her crotch lifted helplessly, turning her body to block Shami’s advance.
The next moment, a long thing swung, hitting Shami’s chest with a smack, and Shami was knocked back.
"No, not an attack, just inertia!"
The purple-haired maiden’s shy voice trembled.
"Elze, why did a pipeline appear! Something like that can be used as a weapon!"
"Because I haven’t seen the real thing, so I can only transform based on my imagination!"
"But doesn’t that seem too long! Something inconsequential may as well be smaller! It won’t be seen anyway."
Shami began using the max-level textile skill within the villager abilities; after finding the relevant materials in the Demon King Ring, he worked overnight sewing the clothes required by the Dragon Race maiden as per her request.
In the pitch-black night, the firelight flickered.
The Minotaur transformed from the Dragon Race maiden sat hugging its knees by the fire, beside was Shami holding a needle and thread, sewing clothes bit by bit by the light of the fire.
"Threads in the Demon King’s hands, clothes upon the Minotaur’s body..."
"Don’t say anything sentimental suddenly! I’m still naked!"
Shami led the Slime Squad, returning to the Minotaur subdivide to the east once more.
This Minotaur subdivide was under reconstruction, but traces from yesterday’s battle still lingered.