Chapter 53: Chapter 53 – An Awkward Morning and the Weapons of Tomorrow
Morning light filtered through the thin curtains, casting a golden hue onto the cracked, worn-out walls that sohow still felt warm. Faint birdsong drifted from a distance, yet inside the room, a heavy silence lingered—almost suffocating.
THUD!!
Sylvia fell from her void step, crashing into sothing soft and warm. More precisely—soone.
A small body let out a soft yelp, pinned beneath the weight of a zombie that, while technically dead... still had a very real, tangible mass. Sylvia blinked. Below her, a half-awake Sofia stared up with wide eyes. Her Golden hair was tousled, and she wore only a loose shirt—clearly not ant for receiving guests.
Worse yet, the morning light cut straight through the thin fabric, creating a silhouette that... was hard to ignore.
Sofia’s face turned beet red.
"Ah... ah—" she stamred, unable to form words. Her heart raced, torn between anger, embarrassnt, and sothing else entirely.
anwhile, Sylvia’s face remained as expressionless as always, but her mind was a chaotic storm. She might not be alive anymore, her heart no longer beating—but the mories of being a man in a previous life still clung stubbornly to her soul.
Damn. This... is not sothing I should be seeing... she thought, quickly getting off Sofia’s body.
Sofia covered her chest with trembling hands and pointed towards the bed while averting her gaze. "Just... sit there, okay..."
Sylvia obeyed silently, sitting at the edge of the bed, unsure what to say—not that she could speak in the first place.
Her eyes caught sight of a notebook and pen on the bedside table. She quickly grabbed them and scribbled down a note.
"You should put on sothing better first."
Sofia read the ssage... then looked down at herself.
Her eyes widened as realization struck—just how transparent the shirt had beco with the morning light.
"A-AHHHH!" she squealed, hugging herself tightly. In a panic, she grabbed her shorts and underwear and dashed into the bathroom.
The door shut with a sharp click, and silence fell once again.
Sylvia stared blankly at the ceiling. Her mind replayed the last thirty seconds.
That... wasn’t on purpose. But damn, I haven’t seen anything like that before reincarnating.
Her face stayed calm, but her fingers scribbled on the notebook, trying desperately to shift her focus.
After a few minutes, the bathroom door creaked open. Sofia erged, now wearing proper underwear, shorts, and the sa oversized shirt. At least this ti, it wasn’t quite as see-through.
Her face was still flushed red, but she sat down beside Sylvia on the bed, quiet and reserved.
Sylvia wrote again:
"Is there soone here who can craft weapons and clothes?"
Sofia read the ssage, steadying her breath, and nodded slightly.
"There is... Are you planning to make sothing?"
Sylvia scribbled quickly:
"Last night, a portal appeared in the city I live in. Creatures like orcs ca out. I defeated them and acquired weapons, armor, and crystals."
Sofia’s eyes widened. "A portal... orcs? So that tremor last night... wasn’t just a normal quake?"
Sylvia nodded, then wrote:
"Wait. I’ll bring a sample."
Before Sofia could respond, Sylvia vanished into the shadows with a void step.
The air shimred monts later. Sylvia returned, now carrying five massive weapons, several pairs of leather armor.
Sofia jumped back. Her eyes widened in disbelief at the sheer size of the weapons.
"W-What is all this...?"
Sylvia wrote:
"Can you make 2 black suits, 4 white dresses, 1 pair of gauntlets, and 2 large hamrs? The rest of the materials can be kept as paynt."
Sofia stared at her for a long mont. Then she nodded slowly, still in awe.
"These materials... feel different from normal steel. But I think our blacksmiths can work with it. They’ll probably be thrilled to get sothing this rare."
Then she hesitated before asking, "But... you won’t co with
to the forge? I could introduce you to them directly..."
Sylvia paused for a mont, then wrote:
"No. I need to return and manage my troops. But I’ll be back in three days to collect everything."
Sofia nodded quietly, though her expression faltered—just a little.
"...Alright. Be safe out there."
Without another word Sylvia threw four red crystals to Sofia, Sylvia vanished into the shadows once more.
Sofia stared at the space where Sylvia had stood. Her breathing was slow, but her heart still pounded.
I wish she’d stayed a bit longer...
She stood up and started getting fully dressed After tying her Golden hair into a neat ponytail, she rolled up her bedsheet—it still held a faint trace of Sylvia’s scent, and for so reason, that made her blush again.
"...Stupid zombie," she murmured with a small laugh.
anwhile...
At the military’s central forge, an old blacksmith nad Gunnar was cleaning his massive hamr when Sofia arrived, lugging a pouch full of orc weapons.
The man’s eyes narrowed with interest the mont he saw the gear.
"This... isn’t normal steel," he muttered, tapping the massive axe with his hamr.
Tang! Tang!
Each strike rang deep and dense—evidence of a material far stronger and more flexible than ordinary iron.
"You say these ca from orcs?"
Sofia nodded. "From creatures that erged through a portal. My client wants a few weapons and clothes made from these. The rest? Yours."
Gunnar stroked his beard. "Heh, finally sothing exciting. I was getting sick of making plain old weapon. I’ll forge weapons worthy of a third world war!"
Sofia chuckled, then made her way to the tailor.
There, she handed over the flexible leather armor to a middle-aged seamstress—Madam Helka, who whistled in awe.
"White dresses from this stuff? And black suits too? This... could beco the strongest dress in the world."
Sofia smiled. "Don’t make it flashy. My client doesn’t like complicated things. But make sure it’s strong, comfortable, and... elegant."
Madam Helka nodded with sparkling eyes. "Give
two days. I’ll craft a white dress that can stop a machine gun."
Sofia stepped out of the shop as the sun rose high in the sky. But her thoughts still lingered on Sylvia’s face... and the awkwardness of that morning.
Three days, huh?
She looked up at the clear blue sky.
Don’t make
miss you too soon, Sylvia...
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