Dungeon of Niflheim-Chapter 897: Karolina

While Frost entered the realm of dreams Khione had reached her training room and was prepared to test out a few theories.

Her current weapon style failed to accommodate her still growing shape, the two mega lumps of fat attached to her chest and the bulbous muscles that were her ass cheeks being the greatest burdens to her movement.

"Take advantage of them, find a use for their weight he says hmph easier said than done." Looking down at her chest that seemed to extend even further than normal Khione struggled to imagine any way she could take advantage of such things. A slight jostle and they’d jiggle in all directions, too tight a swing with her arms and she’d clip them and anyone attacking from below would find themselves in a blind spot. Her ass was at least a muscle; she could summon strength from it and even use it ensure a sturdy balance but her breasts haaaaaaa.

She tried a few basic movements that were part of the Niflheim royal family spear arts and found them restricting. She was currently wearing a super tight sports bra, specifically designed for intense movements yet still they shifted about. Their size clearly reaching a state that made following the original forms of the spear art all but impossible.

Faced with a wall that could no longer be scaled or pierced by brute force Khione shifted her gears, changing her stance and movements slightly.

Shivali alongside several of his subordinates who had advanced knowledge in his spear arts established derivatives, forms, stances and skills that could be used by those deemed unsuitable for learning the main branch. Her current movements were a strain from one of those derivatives, a branch that hoped to incorporate those with more... buxom forms.

"Changing the pathways after practising those from the main branch for so long is....unsettling." As she swung her spear and moved around the training room she felt less pressure and restraint around her chest and ass, an uplifting notion but at the same time one that felt... wrong.

The essence of her father’s spear arts was still there, but it felt reduced as though she was performing an imitation rather than the real thing.

"A few weeks or perhaps a couple months of solid practise and it’ll become natural but...." A deep frown donned her expression as she stared down at the weapon held in her hands, her mind processing the intricate depths of the movements she had just performed before feeling nothing but rejection towards them.

Following the derivative branch may indeed lessen her current difficulties and perhaps even allow her to break into the S-rank quicker but the end of her path would inevitably shorten.

Short term gains at the cost of long term potential.

A derivative branch that was designed for an unsuitable body at the expense of a loss in essence was not something she could accept. Those women in the royal guard might be fine with such sacrifices, satisfied with reaching the S-rank but not her, Khione’s goal had and will always be set on a higher peak. To become a God and to surpass her invincible mother.

She thus scrapped any notion of using a derivate of her father’s spear arts leaving her but one option...she would have to make something herself, a style beholden to her, designed specifically for her and only her. A path that was filled with endless obstacles and not even a guaranteed light at the end of the long arduous tunnel.

However just as her heart was starting to become enflamed, determination and passion blooming in the depths of her eyes as she embarked on this difficult journey a servant knocked on the door of her training room followed by a somewhat desperate voice.

"P...Princess Khione a guest is demanding access to your training room." The female servant was clearly panicked likely because a large woman no smaller than Khione was standing over her shoulder with her arms firmly crossed, soot on her face and an expression that would make even a devil flinch in terror.

"Huh! Who the hell has the guts to demand anything from me!" Khione was immediately triggered by the word ’demanding’ her earlier frustrations towards her rebelling body shape being redirected to the fool who dared to provoke her.

With rage flowing freely through her veins she stormed towards the training room’s entrance, placed her hand on the door’s access panel and readied herself to take out her frustrations in the manner she was most used to but the moment the door opened revealing the supposed fool she froze.

"I do!" The guest loudly bellowed, her voice laced with aura and her tone anything but amiable. Unlike the vast majority of the people dwelling in Niflheim this large woman wasn’t cowed in the slightest when in Khione’s presence in fact it was the exact opposite, clearly she had no problem yelling and arguing with the youngest and most cherished child of the Niflheim royal family.

In response to her bellow and her aura that acted like a hot wave nearly knocking the poor palace servant off her feet Khione literally froze. Her mind rapidly processing the situation in front of her before replying with confused gurgle "Urgh."

"Urgh! Really urgh that’s how you want to play this!" The woman grew angrier and just like Khione started to swell in size becoming even more intimidating.

"S...Sorry ju...just come inside already." Feeling as though many eyes were about to focus on this part of the palace Khione quickly ushered this woman inside before she could cause a scene.

"Get your hands of... Khione! Stop! Oi!" Reluctant to be dragged anywhere the woman protested and struggled but apparently despite her similar stature and her aura that was enough to press the palace servant was not enough to be considered equal to Khione.

Don!

Before the palace servant could even get a word in edgewise the training room door was shut and the volatile guest forcefully detained....problem solved in her mind so with a light dusting of her robes she went back to work, not giving the situation a second thought.

Within the sealed training room.

"Oh yes order me to work within an impossible timeline caring not for my current schedule, out me to the higher ups in my prospective workplace and now using physical force to shut me up when I dare to complain how very Khione of you Khione." The female guest that demanded access to the training room and to Khione herself wasted no time whipping out her index finger and aggressively pointing it at her face as she ranted off her list of complaints.

"Please do tell me the next time you’re in the middle of something important so I can come and stomp all over it!"

"BULLSHIT! You were busy Karolina. Lounging on your couch, drinking beer and pigging out on snacks is hardly busy!" The last jab seemed to snap Khione’s last nerve, the veins across her forehead bulged and her jaw tightly clenched as she started point her own finger in accusation.

This woman was Karolina one of the rising stars of Niflheim’s smithing trade and Khione’s long time friend.

Yesterday during her date with Frost when they visited the forge of Artemis she pulled aside one of the shop’s smiths and ordered for a 5 star quality under armour to be made by evening of the next day, a rather impossible task to achieve given the forge’s current orders, available high ranking smiths and the short time frame.

The junior smith wanted to refuse such a request even though it came from a member of the royal family but before she could Khione gave a certain suggestion. "If there’s no one available have Karolina do it, she’s usually slacking off anyway." This was classified information that she shouldn’t have known, yet she did. This request was therefore kicked upstairs, and Karolina was called in unexpectedly by the leaders of the forge to solve her request, a request she found impossible to refuse given her upcoming employment with them.

"Bitch you make me sound like a deadbeat! That’s my creative process." Karolina wasn’t willing to take such an insult, she went full on attack mode, leaping at Khione, tackling her to the ground.

"Creative process my ass you’re just a lazy slob!" The two women traded vocal barbs as they rolled on the ground punching, elbowing and kneeing each other, a real old fashioned tussle that of course ended up with Khione’s victory, she was a fair bit stronger after all but did Karoline care...no she didn’t.

"So what’s the deal anyway, why the sudden rush for this armour and why did you out me?" Minutes later Karoline sat on the ground with several bruises dotted across her skin, marks from her friend’s vicious blows but nothing that a plate of delicious food and a good rest couldn’t fix.

This woman Karolina had the appearance of a humanoid elephant, a member of the Loxodon race. She stood a little over 3 metres in her inert state and bore a stockier frame than Khione, thicker, less of an hourglass shape. Her skin was bluish grey but unlike an elephant it was smooth, without wrinkles or creases but at the same time thick like a hide. Her legs and feet were elephant like, but her arms, hands and torso were akin to a human’s. She sported twin tusks that rose from the side of her mouth, a trunk for a nose and large floppy ears but the rest of her facial features were humanoid. Long strawberry blonde hair that was tied up in a loose ponytail and a small wispy tail that protruded from where her lower back met her ass. She was pretty but had the demeanour of a delinquent, the perfect companion for the Raging Valkyrie.