Reason

Amel left the playroom and collapsed in the empty hallway.

Sniff.

‘(….)’

Only Win watched her, but,

he couldn’t bear to keep watching.

He moved to Cappuccino.

“Oh? You’re here?”

Cappuccino greeted Win.

Dwarfneer.

Cappuccino was sitting in the Succubus Queen’s seat, where Lara once sat,

and was giving work instructions to Lara, who was once the Succubus Queen, saying, “Please proceed until today.”

“You came earlier than I thought?”

“(Yeah. I felt too awkward to stay any longer.)”

“What happened?”

“(Something happened.)”

Win told her exactly what he had seen.

“She had that side to her too.”

“(Didn’t you know?)”

“I didn’t know. How would I know something I’ve never thought about, experienced, or heard of? You don’t understand yourself 100 percent either, do you?”

Cappuccino read Amel’s memories and digested the experience.

She could be said to have imitated her almost perfectly, but it was still difficult to notice things that she herself hadn’t noticed.

Thank you for saving me.

The words the child had uttered became a wedge, firmly lodged in Amel’s heart.

Mulling over the words that would have come from the child’s mouth, the personality copied from Amel resonated greatly.

Cappuccino was looking at documents when,

Lilietta, who was standing guard, said.

“Cappuccino.”

“…Huh?”

A drop of water fell on the document.

Realizing it belatedly and touching her cheek, she found tears flowing.

Even just imagining being thanked by a child was this much.

Her heart felt heavy.

She wiped away the tears with her hand, but only her hand became wet.

The tears that welled up didn’t stop easily.

“So that’s how it was.”

Cappuccino realized.

Amel probably realized it too.

“This was why.”

The reason she had been fighting until now.

She realized it.

Thank you for saving me.

Even though it wasn’t a word she heard directly,

the words lingered in her ears.

Following the foundation of that lingering feeling, a young girl she had forgotten for a long time was reflected.

“…Sister.”

Not her own sister, but,

from the depths of her memory.

She remembered her sister.

She felt lonely.

Amel was propping up her chin, looking blank.

The children were chattering and laughing.

She didn’t know what was so good that their laughter never stopped.

They were also tending a vegetable garden, and she felt a tickle in her heart at how admirable the children tending the garden were.

Olusia approached.

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For the donation.”

“….”

A week had passed since she visited the orphanage.

The children had adapted to Amel and played as they pleased, whether she was there or not.

Amel simply watched the children’s behavior blankly, and tended not to react like a statue even when the children approached.

“It wasn’t intentional, but since they’re the kids I saved. I’d feel uncomfortable if they lived in poverty, and I wouldn’t have an appetite.”

“I know the feeling of feeling full just by watching the children laugh and chatter without worry.”

“….”

“Hehe.”

Olusia looked at Amel, who was blankly watching the children, with satisfaction.

“….”

Amel thought blankly.

A week had passed since she woke up.

She had seen in texts that things were progressing in places she didn’t know, and one of them was still calling her now.

<Lee Su-hyeok>

It was Lee Su-ju.

She made her nickname like a man’s name.

<Lee Su-hyeok>

[The armor is finished, when are you coming to try it on?]

Lee Su-ju said she had finished the armor.

Originally, she was going to wear it and participate in the Hero Tournament, but it was too late for that too.

The preliminary rounds of the Hero Tournament were already in progress. Registration to participate had ended long ago, and the [Community] was buzzing with that talk.

Among them, the comments asking if Anonymous was not coming out were noticeable.

Yes, I missed the timing and couldn’t participate. Haha.

“Haa…”

Amel sighed.

She couldn’t just keep doing this.

She had to do what she had to do.

She had rested enough already.

Time to start moving.

She had nothing else to do anyway.

She didn’t know why she came here every day when there was nothing to see.

The kids were cute, but,

‘I don’t really plan to get involved.’

She had given a donation, and the amount was enough for the children to live without any shortage until they became adults and found jobs.

Since it was a temple that the Saintess cared about, they wouldn’t embezzle it.

She wouldn’t have to worry about them anymore, and the children would grow up well until they became adults.

If she had any responsibility, she had done enough.

‘….’

“Haa…”

“Are you leaving?”

“Yes. I have something to do.”

At that time, one of the children approached.

It was Emily.

A girl with orange hair tied in pigtails, looking about 8 years old.

She ran over quickly, holding cherry tomatoes in her hand.

It was obvious that she had picked them in a hurry after seeing her get up.

“….”

“….”

Cherry tomatoes.

She didn’t really like them.

She received them.

She stroked her head.

“….”

“….”

A look that wanted something.

To eat them?

She ate one.

Ew. She still didn’t like tomatoes.

“…Thank you.”

“….”

She smiled brightly and left.

Teleport.

The Imperial Magician knew how to use teleportation.

Teleportation to other countries was strictly prohibited, but the Emperor had spoken to the king of that country in advance and received permission for teleportation to Dwarfneer.

Dwarfneer was a neutral city, but in terms of territory, it belonged to the Dragonote Kingdom.

“Teleportation!”

Shuuk. She felt a strange inertia as she moved through space.

The lights from the surrounding scenery stretched out, filling the scenery with straight rays of light.

Soon, the rays of light diminished, depicting the scenery of a city.

An information window appeared above the city.

[Dwarfneer]

Warp to the destination in an instant.

The movement was too convenient.

But it wasn’t without its flaws.

The Imperial Magician couldn’t come with her.

The caster himself had to be at the starting point to send someone by teleportation. The Imperial Magician’s teleportation was unfortunately one-way.

‘Even that’s good enough.’

She entered Dwarfneer,

and went to find Lee Su-ju’s workshop.

Clang.

Clang.

Clang.

The sound of metal.

The sound of hammering with a metal hammer.

It struck with the force to tear her eardrums.

She pushed open the workshop door and went inside.

Clang.

Clang.

Clang.

Hadn’t she noticed?

Careless.

She looked around inside, and saw mannequins scattered like trash.

“….”

They were probably for displaying armor.

The workshop was quite a mess.

As if it had never been cleaned.

‘But what did I commission?’

She had commissioned the armor and sword of the [Death Knight].

The production period that Lee Su-ju had said had passed.

She had also received a text saying that the armor was finished.

She wondered where the finished product was.

She headed towards the inside of the workshop.

Clang.

Clang.

Clang.

Towards the place where the sound of metal was coming from.

The workshop was unnecessarily large.

Seeing what looked like a wall, she knew it was a mechanical device and that it was stamping something out.

She briefly surrounded it with electricity,

“Is it refining?”

This bulky device was a mechanical device that automatically increased the purity of iron.

Amel soon lost interest.

The place where the sound was coming from.

Clang.

The workshop was dark.

She found a place that was glowing red inside, and found a woman in the light of the furnace.

Lee Su-ju was hammering the iron with a clang.

What she was hammering was a black and thin metal.

It was the blade of the [Dark Sword] that she had given her to make a sword.

She muffled her footsteps so as not to interfere with the work and approached, and it was similar to something.

‘[Black Sword]?’

[Black Sword]. Amel’s main weapon, and a final-tier weapon among the existing weapons that also had the function of determining whether it could be cut or not.

Seeing it like this, she could see that the [Dark Sword] was the material for the [Black Sword].

“…Huh? Hwaak?!”

Lee Su-ju jumped and pointed the metal hammer towards Amel.

“….”

“….”

Their eyes met,

a moment of silence.

“Oh, have you, have you arrived?”

“Yes.”

“You could have sent me a text message to let me know you were coming.”

“I did.”

She probably hadn’t read it.

She had teleported right after sending it, so it was understandable.

“Ah, I see. Could you wait a moment? I’ll finish this up.”

“Yes, go ahead and finish.”

“The armor is over there.”

“….”

The inner room of the workshop.

When she went inside, there was armor.

Armor displayed on a mannequin for armor.

It was as black as the [Black Sword].

As she approached,

“…Who are you?”

Amel’s eyes glowed red.

The armor trembled.

[Abyssal Magician Hite]

Ominous black letters.

Come to think of it, was this the first time she had seen his information window directly?

She had never seen it directly because he was possessing Lee Su-ju.

‘Ominous.’

What was he doing hiding here secretly?

“(…I’m sorry.)”

“Make excuses.”

“(I didn’t intend to deceive you. I just wanted to surprise you a little when you wore it.)”

“….”

Well, the textures of the different Magical Powers were mixed awkwardly enough that it wouldn’t trap her.

“If you were going to surprise me, you should have hidden better.”

“(I’m sorry.)”

Still, he could reside in armor too.

“Hey, you.”

“(…Yes.)”

“Is there anything good about residing in armor?”

“(There is.)”

Hite corrected his relaxed tone and explained.

1. Hite’s ego resides in the armor.

2. Hite can also use the functions of the armor.

3. Hite’s power can be used through the armor.

She didn’t know what was good about it.

“I don’t know how good that is because I don’t know this armor or your abilities?”

“(I can manipulate shadows. I can create illusions like shadows into tangible things, and I can also make tangible things into illusions and store them in illusions.)”

It was reminiscent of an Inventory.

“I don’t need it.”

“(…I can extend shadows like tentacles to perform secret actions. I can also open doors or steal things.)”

“Sounds like a petty thief.”

“(….)”

“Anything else?”

“(Other than making shadows tangible and using them like hands and feet… there is nothing else.)”

His voice was dejected.

“(Next is the function of the armor. Basically, it has an automatic restoration function and an automatic detachment function, and you can change it to heavy armor, leather, or a cloak as needed. Also…)”

Various miscellaneous functions.

She had heard them all, but, well.

“Hmm…”

“(Is it not to your liking?)”

“I’m just thinking that armor only needs to have defensive power.”

Considering the strength of the [Death Knight]’s armor, which had to be broken with an attack combining [Pacheon] and attraction, there would be no problem with defensive power.

Hmm…

‘But do I need defensive power?’

Suddenly, such a question arose.

She didn’t have armor when she fought Force, and rather fought barehanded.

If Force had continued to wear armor, it would probably have been completely destroyed.

‘…Well, defensive power isn’t everything.’

“And you’re a magician, right? How much magic do you think you can imbue?”

“(…I can probably put in up to 8 6th Circle spells without any problems.)”

“Is that so?”

Was it 3 Mithril armors?

Considering that you could put in up to 5 even if you only made it with Mithril, which is friendly to magic, 8 was a lot.

But what should she put in?

‘I should consult with Mew.’

Since Win was also there, she could put in something good.

“(Should I leave?)”

“It’s okay. I was going to make you follow me around if I didn’t have an excuse to make armor, right?”

“(Yes.)”

“Then just stay here.”

She didn’t feel like she wanted to [Own] him yet.

There would be a moment when she would want him as she used him.

If such a moment didn’t come…

‘Then I can get rid of him.’

Still, she decided to think that there would be something good if he had the cool name of Abyssal Magician.

At least he was a higher level than the [Eternal Order Bishop], and seeing that he was a magician, she seriously thought that he was probably in a similar position to the [Bishop].

[Abyssal Magician Hite] was also a subordinate of the Great Devil.

‘Automatic detachment.’

The armor became a black liquid and wrapped around Amel’s body, following the fingertips that touched the armor.

The armor transforms into three types.

The first is heavy armor.

The thick heavy armor protected Amel’s body without any gaps.

The second is leather.

It generally clung to the body, and tough leather protected the body on the surface.

The third is a cloak.

With a feeling like a desert cloak, a jet-black cloak wrapped around the body largely, and completely covered the face except for the eyes.

But even with such a large cloak,

‘The chest…’

Its outline seeped out.

She grabbed the outline with both hands.

‘Embarrassing.’

“Does it regenerate even if it’s torn to shreds?”

“(If I keep the core in my shadow, I can restore it even if it turns to ashes.)”

He answered confidently as if it were an opportunity.

“What if you die as a result of fighting?”

“(The space in which I exist is special. As special as it is, it requires a special attack. But unfortunately, I cannot tell you more details as it reveals my weaknesses. If you acknowledge me as the mistress of my lord…)”

“It’s okay. If you protect the core.”

She wondered if it would be okay to put it in the Inventory, so she tried to put the jewel that was the core of the armor in the Inventory, but the result was a failure.

She threw the jewel into the shadow, and the jewel sank into the shadow as if it were falling into a swamp.

The door opened.

“Hoo…!”

Lee Su-ju came into the room.

She wiped the sweat from her face with a towel hanging on the chair.

“I’m sorry for hammering the sword earlier. How was the armor?”

“It’s good.”

“I was worried about what you would think after watching the video, but I’m glad. Haha. Ha… It’s really okay, right? Actually, if it wasn’t good, please tell me honestly.”

“It was good. Especially the fact that you can change the type depending on the situation.”

“After watching the video, I thought that armor would be meaningless if it went that far.”

The fierce battle with Force flashed through her mind.

Had she seen that?

Armor couldn’t withstand it if it went that far.

Even if there was armor that could withstand it, there was no artisan among the existing blacksmiths who could create such armor.

“As a blacksmith, I was honestly proud.”

“You can improve even more.”

“Yes… but.”

Lee Su-ju looked at Amel up and down.

“Have you become a nun?”

“….”

She was wearing a nun’s habit.

The nun’s habit was the most comfortable of all the clothes she had worn so far.

She wore it because no one in the Imperial Palace said anything.

“Is it strange?”

“No. It suits you.”