Long after the war ended, Rogers' life changed completely.
The young blacksmith who once came from a lowline family had risen to a position that many could only dream of reaching.
His achievements continued growing.
His reputation spread throughout Britannia.
Eventually, he was granted noble status and established his own blacksmithing company dedicated to weapon production.
The once ordinary family he came from had also risen alongside him.
From a non-Alchemist lowline family that worked in mines, they became a respected highline family with status and influence.
Many Alchemists treated him with respect.
Powerful nobles invited him to craftsmanship conventions.
His opinion carried weight and his name carried authority.
The young man who once spent his days sweating beside a furnace had become one of the greatest blacksmiths in the Kingdom.
Yet…
None of it mattered.
Not really.
At least not to him.
Because the person he wanted to share all of it with was gone.
