Seeing that Orsted had no intention of switching Familias, Hephaestus exhaled in relief.
She admired Orsted deeply—his forging skills surpassed even Tsubaki's. As the goddess of forging, how could she not be drawn to such talent?
But Orsted was Hestia's first child and the captain of her Familia.
Poaching him risked a rift with Hestia, and Hephaestus valued their millennia-long friendship too much to jeopardize it.
Yes, Orsted's addition would revolutionize the Hephaestus Familia, but so what? Hephaestus wasn't ambitious.
Her Familia thrived steadily, and she was content. Stealing Hestia's star wasn't worth it.
Tsubaki, however, felt a pang of regret. She genuinely liked Orsted's forging prowess.
As Orario's premier blacksmith, she coveted forging talent. If Orsted joined, they could discuss techniques endlessly.
Still, it was a fleeting wish—she'd never seriously considered poaching. If she had, she'd have hounded Orsted at Hearth Mansion daily.
Tsubaki fell silent, focusing on Orsted's forging. His earlier magic sword revealed a shift in approach.
Though she couldn't grasp the specifics—it felt like forging hell—she was eager to learn.
Orsted, skilled in magic items and Grimoires, was likely Orario's top candidate for crafting Durandal Magic Swords. Observing him was invaluable.
Hephaestus shared her sentint.
Crafting a Durandal Magic Sword was not easy to taught or she'd have taught Tsubaki long ago.
Orsted's work could elevate Tsubaki, benefiting the Familia.
Half an hour passed in focused silence.
As Orsted hamred, and Hephaestus and Tsubaki observed, a familiar voice broke the quiet.
"Tsubaki, Hephaestus, you're here too?"
"Shh!" Hephaestus and Tsubaki, without looking, instinctively shushed the newcors in unison.
Finn and Riveria, just entering the forge, blinked at their synchronized reaction, confused.
Then they spotted Orsted behind them, hamring a glowing red sword blank.
Sensing faint magical ripples from the blank, Finn's eyes twitched. "No way…"
Riveria, seeing the sa, mirrored his shock, her eyes flickering.
Silently, she tallied Orsted's feats: Magic items, Grimoires, absurd luck, ranked up in half a month, first-tier combat power at Level 2.
Now he's forging magic swords? Will he brew potions next?
"Tsubaki, what's happening?" Finn whispered, sidling up to her.
"Don't bug ," Tsubaki snapped, eyes glued to Orsted.
Finn was stunned. He and Tsubaki had been allies for years, and he knew her well, yet she brushed him off.
It underscored the significance of Orsted's forging to her.
Finn settled down, observing Orsted. The more he watched, the more alard he grew.
That magical fluctuation—comparable to Riveria's spells? Is he forging a Level 6 magic sword?
Orsted's dossier flooded Finn's mind, now with a new line: Level 6 magic sword forger.
His eyes burned with desire.
'I want him. If only Orsted were in the Loki Familia!'
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