The air inside was cooler and faintly damp. The ground was uneven but walkable.
Ignotus led the way deeper without hesitation, as if he knew the place by heart, while the others trailed closely behind, none of them thinking of asking how, not even Eris.
"Most lands with these features usually house sothing incredible beneath."
Again, those behind him, as well as Eris, didn’t bother asking him how he knew that.
They ’knew’ just how many secrets he was hiding, and they’d be lost if they started to count.
As the light from the cave’s makeshift entrance began to dim, he lifted a hand, and with a small flash, a torch materialized in it, already lit, making the others freeze up.
"You said you didn’t have a Dinsional Item... or is this also the Rune? But wasn’t it just—where did you even—"
"Shh."
Ignotus raised a finger, hushing Lykos’s gawking.
"It’s a trade secret."
Eris’s amused voice humd softly in his head.
’You do love showing off, don’t you?’
’I’ve got to keep morale up sohow.’
They kept walking until the narrow tunnel finally widened into a cavern.
Once there, Ignotus stopped and turned to a small patch of wall, its rough gray surface glinting faintly in the firelight.
He pointed at it in quite a grand fashion.
"Welco to House Calamity’s gold mine."
Everyone blinked, unable to believe what they had just heard.
But it was true, no matter how unbelievable, because there, beneath the rock, a vein of gold shimred. They could see it clearly: many thin threads of bright yellow tal laced through the stone.
Real gold.
"This... this is incredible..."
Gaia gasped softly, covering her mouth.
"That’s..."
Lykos stepped closer, his blue eyes a bit too wide.
"That’s really gold."
Ulv crouched down, running a hand over the vein.
"It looks pure... barely any impurities. My Lord, this—this could fund a city."
Ignotus’s grin widened.
"Or my House."
Eris’s laughter echoed faintly in his head.
’Clever man.’
’Always am~.’
And just like that, he turned to leave.
"Alright. Let’s claim this spot and start digging when we can. I’ve got plans."
The others stood there, still staring at the gold, the weight of what they’d just found sinking in... Lykos’s jaw had hung open, Gaia had both hands clasped tight around her staff, Ulv was inspecting the vein like a craftsman sizing up a fortune, while Nora was already running numbers in her head.
If one were to judge by Ignotus’s actions, this might seem like no big deal, but it was so very far from it. This’d shake up every single House in the region, perhaps even the gold market in its entirety. After all, a new competitor would be joining them soon, sothing that didn’t happen in the past decade or so.
"Calm down before you start drooling on the rocks."
Ignotus’s words finally snapped them out of it.
"I’m not drooling!"
Lykos barked, wiping his mouth instantly.
Gaia didn’t bother hiding her giggle.
"It’s not bad for a graveyard, hehe."
***
Back In The present.
’Hm.’
Ignotus frowned.
Yeah, he was still annoyed. Despite becoming a Priest, despite having everything required, he still couldn’t use Synaxis, and that little brat of a wolf was able to do so recently.
His Ordinance barely moved even after he broke that Fallen Rune a few days back.
Since the Colosseum, things had gotten busy.
Between the gold mine, the House staff, and the influx of applicants, most of his ti was spent working, not fighting. A fact that annoyed him to no end, enough that he’d have ignored it entirely if not for its necessity.
rchants to vet, builders to pay, recruits to train, and, of course, paperwork to throw at Felix and others. He was so swamped; he didn’t even rember how many new rooms he’d ordered built.
Not accounting for the new buildings he constructed due to personal reasons, his manor had basically doubled in size, a constant hum of hamring and shouting filling the air every day.
While chaos suited him, and he preferred it most of the ti, he also liked watching it all co together—his House, his people, his own brand of madness taking root in the world.
Though Ignotus didn’t notice it, he’d changed way more than he realized.
Even in other aspects of his Rune Path, important aspects.
Still, as one would expect out of him...
’I need to see numbers!’
***
One Month Ago...
Ignotus’s office slled of parchnt and sothing burnt.
Leaning back in his chair, he put his boots up on the table and flipped through a stack of papers that looked way too official for his liking.
Across from him stood a blessed folk built like a brick furnace, short, broad, with a square jaw, a beard the color of fire, and arms that could crush a horse.
It was a boar-folk... a dwarf.
His request likely ca only because of the wolves in Ignotus’s fold.
Their joining of his House was paying off already... but they didn’t need to know that.
The dwarf stood perfectly straight, his leather apron spotless, his tools still hanging from his belt.
"Na?"
Ignotus asked without looking up.
"Vulcan, son of Jupiter."
"Right. That you are."
Vulcan’s brows twitched.
"Yes, my Lord."
Ignotus squinted at him.
"You talk weird."
"I—apologies?"
"Yeah, you’re too polite."
He leaned forward.
"You’re supposed to be a blacksmith, not a priest."
That earned a brief blink, but Vulcan said nothing.
His appearance was incredibly... expected, and that annoyed Ignotus.
Though his way of speaking wasn’t, as he spoke quite normally.
Or rather, he was formal and respectful.
That was probably why Ignotus was ssing with him.
Sothing that he seed to continue to do:
"Hm, alright."
Flipping a page, he set it down and steepled his fingers.
"I already know you’re good at what you do."
"Thank you, my Lord."
"That’s not a complint."
"...I see."
Ignotus grinned.
"I just want to know what kind of crazy I’m hiring."
Vulcan blinked again.
"...Pardon?"
"You heard ."
"..."
"How good are you at singing?"
That got him silence...
"Singing, my Lord?"
Though not for too long.
"Yes. Singing. Like, if you were forging a sword and had to belt out a tune, would you hit the notes properly or scare the steel?"
Vulcan’s face twitched just enough to betray confusion.
"I—suppose I can carry a tune... B-but not professionally."
"Acceptable... Next question: Do you hate being unclean?"
"...I am a blacksmith."
"That’s not an answer."
Vulcan sighed through his nose.
"No, my Lord. I do not hate it."
"You should. Alright, third question."
His eyes made it obvious that he ant trouble.
"What do you feel about your blades being the cause of death for thousands of innocents?"
Vulcan’s expression froze.
He clearly hadn’t been expecting that one.
But after a mont, he managed to let out an answer:
"Every blade has a purpose. I make them to serve that purpose. What others do with them... is not mine to judge."
Ignotus chuckled.
"Finally, a good answer."
He flipped his quill between his fingers.
"Alright, next one—what would you do if a client asked you to forge sothing cursed?"
"Please define ’cursed,’ my Lord."
"Sothing that is of Corruption."
"...Corruption?"
"Yes. Corruption."
Vulcan hesitated.
"...Would it pay well?"
Ignotus burst out laughing.
"Now that’s the spirit!"
The tension cracked instantly.
Even Eris, in his mind, sounded amused.
’You really do enjoy tornting people.’
’I’ve got to test their limits sohow~.’
He fired off a few more questions after that, all increasingly absurd.
Favorite tal sll. Least favorite kind of firewood. If he could forge underwater. Whether he believed an anvil could be used as a weapon. To the dwarf’s credit, he answered every single one. Patiently and calmly, even when his forehead vein started to pulse.
By the ti Ignotus was done, he leaned back again, satisfied.
"Alright, you pass."
Vulcan took a mont.
"...that was the test?"
"More or less. You didn’t explode on , so that’s a plus."
"I see."
"Now..."
Ignotus snapped his fingers as if it had just occurred to him.
"Go make a sword."
Vulcan straightened.
"Now?"
"Yup. Use the forge downstairs. I want to see if what I know matches reality. If it’s good, you’re in."
"I understand, my Lord."
"Good. And make it your best. I’m not interested in ’average.’"
That seed to hit sothing in Vulcan.
His back straightened further.
"Then you shall have my best."
"Perfect, but do you not want to show off my stance and a few moves first? Good as you are, you’ll still need to see how I move to make sothing that truly suits ."
Vulcan shook his head.
"I saw both of your Trials."
"Oh, glad that I have a fan~!"
Ignotus waved him off while teasing him.
"Alright then, go nuts, but don’t burn the place down."
Vulcan bowed deeply, his hand over his heart.
"I will not disappoint you."
He turned on his heel and left the room, shutting the door behind him.
"You won’t."
Ignotus asked all these questions for good reason, and yes, it was more than just his love for angering people. He was sure of the man’s quality of work; this Vulcan was incredibly talented.
What Ignotus wanted was to see the extent to which he could push him, and judging by what happened, quite a lot.
"Hm..."
He stretched his arms overhead.
"Now let’s see the other one."
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