Luckily, Sunny had no time to stress about the glaringly eschatological nature of his daily life… or about romantic date ideas during the literal end of the world.
Soon enough, Master Snow — the Scribe Knight and Spellsmith — finished working on the cuirass of a robust scale armor and lowered his hands with a satisfied sigh.
The craftsmanship of the armor piece was exquisite. It was not an easy task, to work with the scales of a powerful abomination, but the man handled it beautifully. It was even of a higher quality than it needed to be — after all, the cuirass was meant to become a part of a Memory, and Memories tended to fit the body of their masters magically.
Perhaps Master Snow was a perfectionist — a quality that Sunny grew to dislike as he matured.
The man looked over to his partner and cleared his throat.
"It's ready to be Infused."
Alice temporarily put down the arrowheads and concentrated on the suit of armor, pouring a subtle, but constant stream of essence into it. It seemed that the Aspect Ability that made her an Infuser was her Dormant one — therefore, she could perform the Infusion even while low on essence. freewebnσvel.cøm
With that, Master Snow hesitated for a few moments before turning to Sunny and Nephis.
"...You are still here?"
It was quite a rude question, considering that Nephis was his superior both in the military hierarchy and in that of the royal clan.
She smiled lazily.
"You know, Master Alice reminded me that we are distant cousins. Still… I think I can get you executed for insubordination if I really try. Or worse, get you permanently assigned to the Luminous Memories crafting hall."
Master Snow paled.
"L—luminous… what? You wouldn't dare!"
But then, he frowned.
"Wait, why are we even quarreling? It was an honest question."
Sunny sighed.
He suddenly sensed something very disturbing…
The feeling of starting to understand how Aiko felt when dealing with him.
"Yes, we are still here. We had a very illuminating conversation with Master Alice, and were waiting for you in hopes of witnessing a genuine Spellsmith creating a Memory." Ꞧ
Master Snow looked at him in surprise.
"Ah! I see. Well… I guess it would be an honor for someone like you to see a real Spellsmith at work. No problem."
Sunny's polite smile remained in place, but his eye twitched.
'...It's my own fault.'
He should have shown them something like [Definitely Not Me] or [In Case of Emergency] instead of a rudimentary Memory knife… of course, that would have caused its own swarm of problems.
There was some time left while Master Alice was Infusing the cuirass, so Sunny asked with sufficient reverence in his voice:
"I can conceive how Forgers make mundane items into Memories. But you, Spellsmiths… honestly, I don't understand at all. Do people from the Valor bloodline simply possess Aspects that allow them to wish enchantments into existence?"
Master Snow gave him a dubious look.
"You should understand what a Memory is well enough, as well as where it comes from. So, no… it is not as simple as wishing them into existence. We do often unseal Aspects that have to do with craftsmanship and invention, though… and mirrors — hence the various abilities tied to replication that Forgers possess. However, Spellsmiths are an entirely different breed. We do not copy. We… improve."
Sunny raised an eyebrow.
"Improve?"
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