Chapter 171: Her obsession (1/2)

[Traver's Mansion]

While sitting idly, in the rather hot atmosphere, Sol couldn't help but wonder how the meeting between his women was going.

As a safe sail, he had asked Milia to take control of the situation if she thought that tensions were climbing too much.

He was sure that he didn't have to worry. After all, since it was a direct order, Milia would do her best.

He didn't know when, but the sound of the metals clashing against each other stopped.

Putting back his attention to Theresa, he saw her place the still red hot sword, on the anvil and take a pair of black gloves.

Once she put them on, she placed her fingers, now protected by gloves, and began to trace it on the surface of the glowing sword.

'Runes?'

This was one of the reasons dwarves' steel was superior to basically anything in this world.

Runes were a form of lost languages also known as the divine languages.

Runes could not create magic. But, they could bring magical effects when placed on objects, generally weapons.

For Sol, runes could be basically compared to codes.

By writing certain runes in a certain way, you could obtain a certain result.

The races who had the most knowledge about runes were the angels and the dwarves.

This was also why their two countries were the most developed.

The way Theresa drew those runes could only be seen as art. It was not only fast but also graceful.

He did not have much knowledge about runes, but he was pretty sure that only a few people could do something like this.

'I guess she wasn't the smith of the hero party for nothing.'

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One hour later, after placing the weapons in a specially made water to cool it, Theresa, who had been so focused she didn't pay attention to the outside world, yelped when she saw Sol and Nuwa standing not far behind her.

”Damn it. I wasn't supposed to meet you guys like this.”

She knew she shouldn't have begun working while waiting for Sol.

”You don't seem to be particularly embarrassed about your attire.”

”Oh! That?”

She looked down at herself and did a little twirl. The robe flew a little higher, showing her beautiful naked butt.

Once she stopped, she looked at Sol with a smile,

”Hahaha, not even a blush or do you think I am too small?”

She was rather curious. Back then, just sitting on Mars laps was enough for him to become as red as an apple.

Messing with him and fleeing from the jealous Blaze had always been one of the best ways to pass time for her.

”It's just that I have passed the level of blushing just because of seeing some bare skin. But I must admit, you are certainly beautiful. I am surprised your skin stays so smooth despite working in a forge like this.”

”Hehehe~! What a smooth talker.”

Theresa was surprised to feel her cheeks warm up a little.

There were no women who disliked compliments.

Even more so when it came from a handsome and confident man.

”So, what have you been working on? I have little knowledge of smithing, but your skills look impressive.”

If before Theresa was just happy at Sol's compliment, now she was completely beaming.

More than beauty, smithing was what really made Theresa happy.

Her beauty might vanish with time, but the result of her skills would stay far longer.

Looking at the direction of the metal, she smiled,

”It's a blade I am forging. This one and another one I am preparing will be specially made for your knight, Setsuna. I also plan to make a special weapon for Lilin. One that can support her fighting skills.”

Pride could be seen in Theresa's.

”You seem to be really happy.”

”Of course I am. Could you imagine it?”

Her eyes sparkled as she continued, ”I am forging weapons for legends! I may be weak, but thanks to my creations, people who stand at the peak of the world can fight with their full might. Be it in hundreds or even thousands of years, even after I have long become ashes, the tales of their feats will still resonate through the world!”

In the end, she was practically shouting.

”Money, love, youth. All those are nothing more than ephemeral truth. When I die, my money will not follow me. How could I be beautiful if I am just a bag of bones? Even the greatest love would gradually be forgotten after death. But those weapons—My weapons. They will still be there...”

”Incredible.”

Sol's voice seemed to snap Theresa out of her trances.

Scratching her hair awkwardly, she coughed,