“Ah, yes. We were in the sa orphanage as kids. By the way, this is teor Pluto, the heir of the Pluto Ducal House—”
Before I could finish the introduction, Cyrillote offered teor a polite smile and extended his hand for a handshake.
“Of course, I’m well aware. Lord teor Pluto, it’s an honor to have such distinguished guests visit my humble weapons shop.”
“...”
teor stared at Cyrillote for a mont before glancing at the outstretched hand. After a brief pause, he finally took it.
“I didn’t expect the shop owner to know Crescent. Even less so that soone my age would be running a weapons shop.”
Releasing the handshake, teor stepped back. Cyrillote, unfazed, returned his hand gracefully and replied with a smile.
“Many say the sa. But you’ll find even greater surprises when you see the weapons I’ve invented.”
“Really? I’m so curious! What’s this about weapons that synchronize with divine power?”
I interjected excitedly.
Holy Knights could infuse divine power into most weapons, usually swords being the default choice. The flyer’s emphasis on divine power synchronization intrigued —it felt deliberate.
“Ah, I was going to offer so tea first, but I see knights can’t resist. By the way, Crescent, I was surprised to hear you beca a Holy Knight. Or should I say, Lady Crescent now? Congratulations on officially joining the Pluto family.”
“Ah, yes, thank you. I’m still getting used to it myself—it’s only been a few days since the adoption.”
Indeed, my adoption into the Pluto family had sent shockwaves across the empire.
Every newspaper was plastered with headlines about it.
It was unprecedented for a family like the Plutos, who valued lineage above all else, to adopt an unrelated child.
Cyrillote shifted his gaze toward teor.
“Then, Lord teor, I suppose this makes you my dear friend’s older brother.”
“...Where are the weapons?”
Ignoring Cyrillote’s comnt, teor scanned the shop’s interior. His sharp gaze lit up Cyrillote’s face with delight.
“Perfect timing. I have a weapon here that Holy Knights, especially Lady Crescent, might find very useful. Please, follow .”
“Ahem. You could just call Crescent when we’re alone…”
I mumbled under my breath, following Cyrillote. Then again, we weren’t exactly alone—teor was here too.
It felt overwhelmingly awkward for soone I’d known since childhood to address as “Lady Crescent.” But I supposed I had to get used to it.
Cyrillote led us down a staircase to the basent. Even here, the steps were lined with colorful carpets.
I couldn’t help but wonder if Cyrillote always had such a flamboyant taste.
Then, I realized I hadn’t asked him about himself yet.
“So, you’re just the sa as always. How have you been? The flyer said you studied abroad?”
“Oh, yes. About a year after you left the orphanage, I left too and wandered for a while. I traveled through neighboring countries, learning and observing. Eventually, I realized inventing weapons was my calling, so I opened this shop here.”
“Wow. That’s amazing. I didn’t know you had such a talent. Then again, you always seed a bit... different.”
I murmured, recalling mories of the younger Cyrillote.
He had always stood out, though it was hard to pinpoint exactly why.
“Well, you weren’t exactly ordinary yourself, Lady Crescent,” Cyrillote teased with a grin.
I chuckled softly. He wasn’t wrong.
Back then, I was focused on studying herbology to unravel the mystery of my father’s disappearance. That alone made unlike other children.
Still, that was in the tutorial phase of my life. In this tiline, I hadn’t done anything particularly eccentric. Or had I?
Was it just my face that stood out?
We arrived in the basent, and Cyrillote stretched his arms wide to present the space.
“Here, you’ll find my finest weapons on display. Every visitor has been amazed and placed orders before leaving.”
The view before left speechless.
Unlike the toy store-like exterior, the basent was as luxurious as a high-end jeweler’s shop in the capital.
The floors and walls were lined with polished marble, and a chandelier sparkled overhead.
Display cases made of glass and crystal glead without a single smudge.
“Wow. It’s dazzling. Cyrill, you must’ve made a lot of money.”
“I poured all my prize money from invention competitions into this place.”
“You really are a genius.”
As I admired the displays, Cyrillote smiled with the sa relaxed charm he’d had as a child.
I slowly walked around, examining the weapons, each accompanied by a na and description.
‘Resilient Boorang Firecracker for Demon Realm Trips: Draws demon attention, increasing survival chances.’
‘Highly Concentrated Acacia Perfu Grenade: Rumored to emit a scent demons hate most. May cause suffocation when thrown at their noses.’
‘Magi Gas Mask: Equipped with a special filter to block Magi. Contains an internal air supply.’
These weren’t ordinary weapons—they felt more like inventions.
They seed designed for ordinary people rather than knights, providing tools for survival in encounters with Magi.
Even I, with all my knowledge and experience, found them ingenious and unconventional.
“This is fascinating. How did you even create these? You must know a lot about the Demon Realm.”
“I did so studying. With the Demon King’s return and the increase in Magi, I figured this would be a profitable market.”
As he spoke, Cyrillote bent slightly, like a gentleman inviting soone to dance.
“Well then, honored guests of the Pluto family, allow to present my most prized creation.”
“Sure!”
What could it be?
Excitent bubbled within . teor, too, watched with keen interest.
Cyrillote returned with sothing small and silver, about the size of a handheld item.
When I saw it, I instantly recognized what it was. But teor did not.
“What’s this?”
“It’s called a gun, my lord.”
“A gun?”
A gun?
Why on earth was there a gun here?
I was so shocked I forgot to speak, my gaze darting between the gun and Cyrillote.
The sleek silver object had elegant engravings on its surface. It resembled the guns I knew but was slimr. There was even a trigger.
But this was a world without guns. No one here had ever seen or heard of such a weapon.
How did Cyrillote create one?
He began to explain.
“This is a weapon I designed after pondering for an hour on how to use divine power quickly and efficiently. You can load divine power into it like a bead, pull the trigger, and fire it at a distance.”
“What...?”
teor looked utterly dumbfounded.
For people in this world, his reaction was understandable.
“You made this? How?”
“I just thought of it and made it. Genius, right?” Cyrillote grinned confidently.
Did he really make this?
I supposed every world has soone who invents gun-like weapons. On second thought, the concept wasn’t that hard to co up with.
“Forming divine power into beads isn’t too difficult, though.”
Saying this, I picked up the gun.
Its contours were smooth, and it fit perfectly in my hand. It was cold but surprisingly light, making it satisfying to hold.
“Want to give it a try?”
“Sure.”
Responding to teor, I focused on channeling divine power. Cyrillote, visibly excited, let out a small gasp of anticipation.
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