“I didn’t want to ask this while the two of them were around, but do you have the ability to make this weapon they want?”
“I’ve forged many swords before. Haven’t you used so of my equipnt?”
“If I recall, it was all destroyed…”
“That’s not my fault! Who said you could use it so roughly!” Garnet cried out.
“It’s fine. I understood from the mont you made it that the items were just disposable for soone like .”
“I know what you an, but the way you say it still hurts,” she pouted.
“This isn’t steel though. This is Master Blacksmith level work.”
She nodded. “You’re right, I might not have the ability to do it. I think I should have Master here. Do you think the bandits will let invite him?”
“I doubt it.” I shrugged. “Besides, he had his chance.”
“Chance?” She blinked.
I hadn’t told her my thoughts on the matter. She was there to break a thousand cycle round of failure. Now, there is no saying that having him present wouldn’t increase the chances of success, but that’s only if he let her take the lead. I had a feeling he wouldn’t allow his apprentice to craft with the most important tal. However, if he took the lead, I already knew the outco. I think that the Bandit Hero, or more likely Calypso, also had thoughts about this.
“Who will be using the weapon once I make it?” Garnet asked.
“I’m sure the Bandit Hero is planning on you crafting the weapon for himself,” I said. “However, I will be the one to use it.”
“So, you will be going after the Demon Lord and destroying this dungeon anyway.” She seed to feel slightly sad.
“Don’t you see? The Dungeon is trying to destroy itself.” I explained. “Why do you think it’s trying so hard to craft that weapon? No one here has the strength to defeat Aberon without it. This world has to co to an end eventually.”
“You said yourself, it’s no longer attached to the world. That ans, it’s no longer corrupting the world.”
“It also ans it has no source of mana to corrupt. It’ll slowly fall apart. It already has been falling apart for years. It’s like a dying star.”
“It’s my ho!” she cried out, causing to grow startled as I looked to see tears in her eyes. “I’ve never had a ho before, but this place has accepted for who I am,”
As a Deep Dwarf, she had left her ho a long ti ago. Perhaps, the low-level miasma of this place made it feel more like a ho than anywhere else, not to ntion the welcoming and friendly people from that village.
“I’m sorry…” I didn’t know what else to say.
She looked off distantly for a minute, but then her eyes locked on . “I will set three conditions toward making this sword.”
“Three?”
“The first condition, you will complete the lore, not destroy it.”
“What? I can’t…”
“You’ve saved every other dungeon you’ve been in…”
“Saved?”
“The blessings, they’re the lore. They are the core of the dungeon, its story. When you accept it, you preserve that lore for all ti. If you complete this lore, then this world… the people in it… they will be in you. You beco their legacy!”
“I see…”
“Promise!” She demanded angrily.
“I-I promise!” I straightened up.
“Condition two, only you will be able to wield the sword! It will go to no other!”
“I agree with that, but if they take it…”
“When I create the sword, I will have you work as my helper. I will bind the sword to you. Only you, and those linked to you, will be able to wield the sword. The Bandit Hero will have to depend on you because the sword won’t work for him!”
“Okay, I agree then.”
“Finally, I don’t have the strength, the stamina, or the skill to be able to make the sword.”
“You don’t? Then…”
“However, I’ve been drinking with your won before. I know what you are!”
“Lies!”
“You’re a Slave Master!”
“Oh, that.”
“I need those stat boosts, so condition three, I must beco your slave!”
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