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    Lucy, who was waiting to teleport, frowned as she remembered the perverted apostle and other trash that had clung to her when she left the church.

    The starting point that created the chaos was the perverted apostle. I am so thankful for as long as I have been in the church. The guy who kept lowering his head and asking me to call him at any time if I needed help suddenly asked for a favor in the presence of perverts from the church.

    ‘Lady Aln. Could you please allow me to use the inspiration I gained from you as art?’

    The perverted apostle spoke in a twisted way, but the intention behind his words was clear. One day, he wants to create a work of art with me as the main character, just like he drew my portrait.

    When I heard that story, I naturally made a straight face and expressed my intention to refuse.

    Do you know what the consequences will be if you let these crazy people run wild!

    When I heard that a perverted apostle was making a song about me and going around talking about it, I was quite embarrassed, but I didn’t want to experience anything more than that!

    The perverted apostle showed his regret and resigned obediently, but he was not one of the perverts of the Arts Church.

    When they heard my rejection, they looked as if their world had collapsed, and then one by one they began to kneel next to me.

    ‘O incarnation of the goddess! please! Please give me permission!’

    ‘Please! ‘You can take my life, so please allow me at least my inspiration!’

    ‘Please reconsider once again! I will never cause you any trouble!’

    The sight of grown adults burying their heads in front of a girl and crying was so disgusting it was almost burdensome.

    I wondered if this was what the king of the Joseon Dynasty must have felt in front of his subjects shouting, “Please inform!”, but even so, my decision did not change.

    No, on the contrary, seeing that scene made my resolve even stronger. Because I knew what would happen the moment I gave permission to these crazy people.

    When I heard that they would hand over half of the profits earned through art to me and donate all other profits to the world except for the minimum operating expenses, I was a little tempted, but even then, I was able to ignore their offer.

    The reason why I, who was so resolute, collapsed was because of a picture that the Perverted Apostle showed me.

    ‘Young lady. Please take a look at the prototype and make a decision.’

    What was drawn on the piece of paper he carefully took out from inside his arms was me looking at the mirror and lighting up the fire.

    An attempt to examine one’s own beauty through aesthetic sense was drawn on paper.

    I remember that I fainted and woke up not long ago, so how can I draw a picture that looks like a photo?

    Also, it’s clear that it was drawn in a hurry, but why is it so beautiful that I can’t see a single point that needs to be pointed out?

    As I was looking at the picture with complicated feelings, the perverted apostle opened his mouth as if showing pride.

    ‘Shouldn’t we leave this beauty only in our memories!’

    The perverted apostle shouted this without the slightest malice, but from my perspective, his words were a clear threat.

    It’s not enough to show others that I’m fawning when I look in the mirror, so I’m going to stuff it into a picture. This means they are going to assassinate me socially!

    I eventually raised my white flag in front of the perverted apostle who proudly said that he had several more drawings. Because I couldn’t watch my dark history spread to other people.

    Instead, I discussed it with my grandfather and set some restrictions. Whether that will actually work… remains to be seen.

    “Lady Aln. Just go in.”

    After leaving the church, I chose to visit the Tersha Empire’s arena instead of immediately returning to Aln Territory.

    Since it’s not long until you return to the academy, shouldn’t you find something to replace your broken armor?

    Also, check to see if your aesthetic sense will help you choose weapons.

    Naturally, the people on the streets of the arena remembered me. It was obvious that my appearance stood out, but it was only natural that there were more than one or two things I showed at that time.

    I don’t know if that’s why, but as soon as it became known that I was looking for armor, all kinds of touts approached me and told me to stop by our blacksmith shop.

    “As for our blacksmith shop…”

    “We have been supplying weapons to the territory for a long time…”

    “If you come to our blacksmith shop!…”

    I had planned to tour most of the blacksmith shop from the beginning, so I followed their lead and looked at the weapons there.

    To sum it up, none of the blacksmith shops that looked fancy on the outside were decent.

    It was pretty decent, but that’s about it.

    Even if I didn’t have a sense of aesthetics, I would have skipped most of the places. There were a few fine blacksmith shops, but their weapons were of little value in terms of aesthetics.

    I thought that rather than wearing something like that, I would rather repair the broken armor somehow and wear it, so I just skipped it.

    As I went around the blacksmith shops one by one, the atmosphere among the blacksmiths slowly became harsh.

    “What’s the problem! Even the lord said that this armor was great!”

    It was obvious what the blacksmith was thinking.

    Since I didn’t say anything and just shook my head, he must have thought that some kid who didn’t know anything was playing a prank.

    Actually, I just stayed still because I was afraid that if I opened my mouth, a fight would break out.

    The other blacksmiths watching this scene seemed to have similar thoughts as their gazes were sharp.

    Does this really look good to them?

    It’s not bad armor for an ordinary person to wear, but it’s too flimsy for someone like me.

    Umm. It’s a waste of time to keep looking at other people’s things, and it’s a bit unsavory to ignore them because they look small and cute, so I guess I’ll have some discipline.

    “Can’t you see something strange in that ugly guy over there’s eyes?”

    “…Strange?”

    “You can’t see it? then. hmm. There’s a pudgy guy. What do you think? Does this look good?”

    “I know what you are talking about.”

    “What about the other guys? doesn’t exist? Is there no one?”

    I looked around at the blacksmiths, but no one was willing to step forward. Everyone said nothing because they were watching the other blacksmiths.

    The blacksmith I thought of was a bit more eccentric and selfish, but is this how blacksmiths are in reality?

    It’s not fun.

    There was no one to confront me, so I pursed my lips and grabbed the armor in front of me with my hand.

    The crowd was silent as they saw the armor made of fairly decent metal being shattered so easily.

    No one would have thought that it would break so easily.

    “I was curious about how you could work as a blacksmith with such skills, but you said everyone here was a bunch of idiots?”

    I threw the armor, distorted in the shape of a hand, in front of the blacksmith, then tapped his chest and made a mocking voice.

    “I make things like this for the rest of my life. Instead, don’t come out of this fucking street. When you go outside and see other amazing things, you’ll want to bite your tongue.”

    There was no one who stopped me as I walked outside, leaving the blacksmith alone.

    He couldn’t bear to step forward because he knew he might end up in the same position as the blacksmith just now.

    If I had known this would happen, I would have just returned to Aln Territory. I wasted my time for no reason.

    Anyway, I’ll be looking for semi-final level armor in a few months, so until then, I’ll just repair what I’m wearing and use it.

    ‘Then why don’t we just wear armor? At my current level, I think it’s worse than not wearing any armor.’

    While discussing with my grandfather, I was wandering the streets looking for a glimmer of hope. I tilted my head when I spotted something shining in the corner of an alley in Blacksmith Street.

    That… feels similar to when I saw Carl’s hand.

    Curious, I trusted my aesthetic sense and headed into the alley.

    The blacksmith shop in the alley was a place that was impossible to describe in a good way.

    It was a shabby, old place that looked like it would collapse if the rain was strong.

    However, the items on display inside the blacksmith shop were different.

    The weapons in the old blacksmith shop were not flashy in decoration, but they were of such outstanding substance that any warrior would be greedy for them.

    I told you all about it because it was clearly visible that he was holding on to something that would make his eyes roll just by looking at his bare face and bald head.

    “Guest. Sorry, but our business… uh. Why is the daughter of the Aln family in such a squalid place?”

    “Are you stupid? Why would a noble person like me come to a place like this?”

    The blacksmith’s eyes trembled as he presented the card he received as a reward for winning the arena.

    “What is it? Is this not enough? I am greedy for a shabby looking subject…”

    “No! It can’t be! How can the card given by the lord not be enough! However, since the teacher is away for a while, our blacksmith shop is not making weapons.”

    I let out a long sigh after hearing the explanation that they would tailor existing weapons to buyers, but not manufacture them.

    I managed to find a decent place, but this place doesn’t do business?

    I’m really pissed, but the quality of the armor is too good to give up. If you see something like this and go somewhere else, you will never be satisfied.

    Umm. Uhmmm.

    “Then, bring at least a good piece of armor you made. Even if you can’t do anything on your own, you can probably do that.”

    After thinking about it for a while, I finally decided to compromise with reality.

    Even if the armor was made in advance, it would be much better than the armor made by other idiots.

    “Armor…?”

    The blacksmith, who had been examining various parts of my body after listening to my story, thought about it for a while, then went inside and brought back a piece of armor.

    The blacksmith went on and on about what metal it was made of and what functions it had, but I didn’t listen to him.

    Even before hearing his story, I had already decided to buy armor.

    More than anything, the moment I saw the craftsman’s seal on one side of the armor, my head turned white and I couldn’t hear the words very well.

    After all, the seal on the armor right now is the seal of a blacksmith who creates hidden items in the Soul Academy worldview!

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