Shadow Slave

Nephis remained for a while, considering what the charming enchanter had said.

A weapon that was as powerful as its wielder was... Slowly, white sparks ignited in the depths of her eyes.

'A growing Memory.’

They did exist, but were exceedingly rare. Most of the ones she heard of had not even been received from slaying Nightmare Creatures, but were instead Aspect Legacy Relics.

Having a sword that would allow her to fully express the power of her Aspect was already exciting enough. But if that sword could also reflect her power as a Transcendent Titan, and one who had inherited the lineage of Sun God as well...

Such a blade would indeed be worthy of slaying gods.

As long as Nephis was worthy.

She glanced at Master Sunless, who remained calm and composed. Was he really capable of forging such a Memory?

Suddenly, the young man seemed to possess a different kind of allure in her eyes.

'He's precious... a precious resource, I mean. Cassie has really outdone herself this time.'

If what he had said was true.

Nephis hesitated for a moment.

"Can you really do it?"

Master Sunless gave her an electric smile.

"I haven't done it before, but I am confident that it can be achieved. It might be that nobody else is capable, but I am."

She raised an eyebrow, finding it hard to distrust his confidence. Not just because it was hard to imagine someone who looked like him being dishonest, but also because she could vaguely sense his passion.

Nephis had no doubt that Master Sunless was an inspired artisan. She was familiar with artistic ambition, and his was of the kind that could produce miracles.

Of course, he could simply be delusional. But Cassie would not have sent her here if there was any doubt about his ability.

How had Valor failed to scout this talent?

She looked away, studying the abominable remains surrounding them. It was quite a collection... since the charming young man did not seem like much of a fighter, he must have procured these material with soul shards and coin. That alone spoke volumes of his dedication.

Nephis sighed.

"How are you so different from all the other enchanters?"

He smiled.

the Exploration Report

fell silent, and

quite an

deeply sorry, Lady Nephis. I said something stupid. You were

one foot to another, trying to hide his

with the cult of the Nightmare Spell mentioned in the report. There used to be sorcerers of a very special kind among those cultists, called

Nephis nodded.

"Indeed. So?"

hesitated for a

capable of doing so because of their Aspect. In truth, they aren't the ones who are making the Memories... it's the Nightmare Spell who

pointed to one of

of my Attributes, 1 possess the ability to see the sorcerous weave of Memories. And since I can see it, I can strive to understand it. So, my Memories are not the product of a symbiotic fusion between my Aspect and the Nightmare Spell. They are a product of skill. My skill, which I have bitterly honed and improved

his words intently, What she heard... was rather

man did not seem outstanding when compared to thousands of other Masters and the

existence. In his unique craft,

Anyone could be a wonder in their own way, and be capable of things that everyone else

Nephis made a decision.

trust in his

enchanter, anyway. Even if he failed, Nephis would simply be back to where she had started -

suddenly found herself responding to his slight smile with one of

that case, I commend your ingenuity and persistence, Master

a moment,

both of us, and that we would have to spend a long time together. What did

they passed the elegant shopfront of the Memory boutique and

assistance at certain stages of forging. It is no secret that your flames are born from the soul, Lady Nephis... so, I'm inclined to believe that they are most suitable for

for a moment,

special, and so, it must fit you and your powers perfectly. Such a fit won't be possible unless I have

gave him

very knowledgeable about swordsmanship, Master

charming young

indeed know a thing or two about swordsmanship. As well as how to wield other weapons. After all, if one wants to forge a weapon, they have to know how

and then said with a

don't want to brag, but... I once placed very high

Nephis blinked.

"The... Dreamscape tournament?"

That illusory game?

she felt a very unfamiliar emotion rise in her cold and

pride written all over the charming enchanter's beautiful face and the sheer silliness of the thing he

'Cute!