Bai Zemin finished drawing the sketch for the style of armor he wanted, and when Lilith saw him nodding to himself she couldn't help but throw a bit of reality on his dream world.
"Zemin, you are aware that there is a 99.99% probability that this fancy new armor of yours that you are trying to forge will be completely destroyed aren't you?"
"...My beloved little succubus, could you let me be happy for a moment? Sympathy is appreciated."
"Hehehe..."
And so it was that Bai Zemin realized that even if his armor didn't end up in pieces in his battle against the guardian who would likely be protecting the fruit he needed it was most likely that the poor armor would end up melted by the heat of the sun or in an extremely miserable state to even consider reusing it as a trash can.
"Be that as it may, this daddy is going to do his best as life dictates." Bai Zemin nodded and immediately set to work.
