AT THE BLACKSMITH’S: WHAT SHE DIDN’T KNOW
“Lilliluka Erde leveled up?”
Finn’s eyes widened slightly.
The air rang with the restless vibrations of metal. The hammer swings of artisans combined in a hearty working song, filling the air with sparks.
Fires roared away in their hearths. This was the workshop of Goibniu Familia.
“Yes,” the head god replied. “She came in here the other day to order a crossbow.”
Goibniu silently handed over what Finn had come for—the prum hero’s bespoke weapon, the Fortia Spear, practically restored to mint condition by Goibniu’s efforts.
“I don’t usually give out information about my customers like this…but I figured you ought to know.”
Finn often entrusted his weapons and armor to Goibniu Familia. As a result, he had a long-standing relationship with their patron god. On top of that, Goibniu knew about Finn’s ambition. He knew the captain of Loki Familia wanted to become a beacon of hope that would lead his race to prosperity.
And so the fact that even just one of his fellow prum had ascended—crossed the threshold of possibility and awakened a new potential—came as wonderful news. Perhaps even more so than Finn’s own growth would.
“I see. Hearing that does make me happy. Especially since it’s her.”
What Goibniu wasn’t privy to was Finn’s past marriage proposal. He had judged her, out of all the prum in this city, to be a worthy bride.
And so there was no small amount of praise in the prum’s words. He smiled with obvious affection in his azure eyes.
“Lord Goibniu,” he said. “Would you mind putting however much of my material you have left toward her new weapon?”
“…I don’t mind,” the god answered. “But are you sure? That material is rare, hard to find even here in Orario. And there is no promise the girl will use her weapon to benefit you.”
“Don’t worry. I owe her. This small favor probably doesn’t even cover it.”
“………”
“Consider it a present for a brave and deserving woman. A gift bouquet—or perhaps, in this case, a nut. In any case, I do hope you’ll keep this matter strictly off-the-record.”
Finn parted with a wink, eliciting a rare hmph of laughter from the surly god.
The rare material in question was an oathtree walnut. Unbeknownst to Lilly, this material would act as the foundation for the name of her new weapon: the Sciurus’s Walnut.
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