The Supreme Guardian

The girl snatched her set from my hands and pushed me out of the room. Well, the better. Changing in the fresh air is much more pleasant than in a cabin drenched in stinky substance. Apparently, Zheka and Altair came to the same conclusion, swiftly getting rid of their dirty clothes.

However, just as I managed to remove my shorts, the cabin door flung open, releasing a girl ruffled with anger.

– Vsevolod! I won’t go anywhere in this! – she exclaimed. – Are you mocking me?!

And what didn’t she like? It was fine to sunbathe in a swimsuit made of a few strings, but as soon as a dress is a bit shorter than decent, she gets angry. I just don’t understand these girls…

– What’s wrong? – I decided to play dumb. It usually works.

– What’s wrong?! Your shorts are longer than this dress! – Asya pointedly nodded at my boxers.

Well, she had a point.

– Alright, – I agreed dejectedly. – Look in the backpack. There should be some sports pants. And find sneakers for yourself and your brother.

– Is it bottomless or what? – Asya looked at my backpack in surprise.

– Space expansion magic, – I explained, then thought a bit and added. – Artifact-based.

The spellcaster looked at the nondescript backpack with respect. On the black magic market, such an artifact was quite expensive, even a dragon-pensioner couldn’t afford it. And all because these bags were made exclusively by Guardians using ancient mage technologies. What’s the big deal? We need to eat too, and you don’t earn much from volunteering to save the world. So we have to take odd jobs… Sabbaths, so to speak.

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