Aiz ended up joining the Loki Familia after all.
Loki, their patron goddess, seemed like a bit of a pervert...
But I'd handed over a few magic swords for her to use for her perverted hobbies, so it should be fine.
"...Here. Take it."
"Thank you."
[Name: Bellf Crozzo]
LV.1
Strength I 0
Endurance I 0
Dexterity I 0
Agility I 0
Magic I 0
Magic:
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Skill:
Crozzo Blood
-Capable of crafting magic swords
-Enhances the power of magic swords during creation
Will of Wrought Iron
-Unwavering.
"Is it satisfactory?"
"You're far more exceptional than the other children of the Lower World. And this Will of Wrought Iron... it's something I've never seen before."
"So, there are things even the gods don't know."
I asked this as I dressed myself, putting back on the clothes I had removed for the Falna engraving.
"So, what do I do now?"
"What do you think you do in a blacksmith Familia? You hammer iron, of course. For now, try making whatever you like."
"Understood."
When I stepped into the empty workshop, I was greeted by a mixture of a stale, musty odor and the sharp scent of iron.
"..."
It was a bit grating, but since it didn't interfere with my work, I went ahead and lit the furnace.
"Right, let's get started."
The flames roared to life, and the workshop quickly became stiflingly hot.
"Now then..."
I took out the iron ingot I had brought and slid it into the furnace. After a short wait, the metal began to glow a vibrant orange-red.
Once the ingot reached the proper temperature, I gripped it with the tongs, placed it upon the anvil, and began to strike it with my hammer.
Whenever the temperature dipped, I returned it to the furnace to reheat the iron before bringing the hammer down once more.
I repeated this process dozens of times, carefully shaping the metal before finally sharpening the edge.
"Whew..."
The weapon I had forged was a longsword, modeled after those used in medieval Europe.
"Finished... but... I'm starving."
After sliding the longsword into a prepared scabbard, I explored the Familia grounds to satisfy my hunger.
"...The facilities are actually quite nice."
I discovered a surprisingly large kitchen.
"Hmm..."
I had already received permission to use the kitchen as I pleased when I joined, so why not cook something?
I decided to make some simple rice balls.
"...Can I have another one?"
"..."
While I was eating, my patron goddess suddenly appeared, snatched one of the rice balls, and then asked for more.
What is with her?