Chapter 71 - 71)Send His Majesty My Regards

[An Epic-rated item has been created!]

[A Cursed item has appeared!]

[Curse: Animosity: The creator is unable to use the weapon.

Due to unknown reasons, the weapon has developed a strong sense of hatred towards its creator. Therefore, refusing to be held by the creator. ]

[ Winter's Abomination (Cursed)

Grade: Epic

Level:?

Damage: 1000

Requirements: Wielder should not be the creator.

Durability: 500/500

The Trident can never be lost, wielder can freely equip and use the weapon without the worry of losing it. No matter the distance the Trident shall always return to its wielder.

]

'There we go, I was wondering where my shit luck went, turns out 'you' were just waiting for the right moment to strike huh?' Night thought as he looked at the weapon information.

Looking around he realized the others were more than impressed, Gerard and Grandma Astrid stood there with wide eyes, Shade was initially surprised but he then nodded in agreement as if saying, 'naturally, My Lord is the best'

Noctis woke up from his sleep to see what the commotion was about but once he realized it was something he considered uninteresting.

"Shade, this is for you.... nope, just take it," Night said before Shade could even refuse, he knew Shade for quite a while now so he knew how he would react to such 'gift'

"My Lord.....this one shall accept My Lord's creation. I'll make sure I never lose it even at the cost of my life."

"No."

"M-my Lord?"

"Trash it or give it away or whatever the situation is, save yourself no matter what,"

"My Lord...." Shade said while immediately falling to his knees and putting his hand up to his heart.

"Anyway, Thank you for putting up with me. And thank you for teaching me how to smith." Night said while slightly bowing with his hands beside him.

"No...no..it most definitely has been a pleasure...and thank you for broadening my views regarding smithing," Gerard said while returning the gesture.

"That's quite alright young man...I have been alive for a long time and witnessed things people rarely get to see, not only in the smithing field but throughout my experiences this was the first time I've seen something like this...so I must thank you for it,"

Night smiled gratefully and nodded, "We will be taking our leave then, though I'm not really sure where to go, I think it would be best if I were to return to Aeternum," Night said,

'after all, it's been a while since I've seen Senior Blade,' he thought.

// // //

Blade choked on his own tears, he couldn't believe what he was seeing, his master was killed? no, he wasn't going to believe it. The dust soon dispersed allowing everyone to see what happened, A man with a gold sword stood with his sword stabbed into a figure of gold.

'That's Master!!' Blade thought as he fell to his knees, his throat gave out and he couldn't even call out to his master.

He glared at the man who held the sword, he had golden hair and a set of purple armor, chest plate, and leggings, his sword matched his hair and was just as bright if not brighter. From his angle Blade couldn't see his facial features. However, something caught his eyes, the word, 'Dior', was etched onto the sword, in bright purple letters.

'Dior..' Blade thought as he felt as if the name was somewhat familiar.

"Have you no manners? attacking someone who was just trying to talk to his disciple, tch, people these days..." Noel's voice resounded.

'Master!!' Blade screamed internally as he saw Noel appear out of thin air with his arm around Dior. The golden figure in front of them soon turned to dust causing Dior's eyes to twitch.

"An afterimage huh?" Dior said. He had a deep and dignified voice, worthy of being called Falcon number 1.

"Oh, Blade," Noel said as he suddenly appeared and knelt next to his disciple.

"Master...." Blade said while facing down, teardrops fell slowly, he was glad his master was safe. However, Noel was enraged upon seeing Blade cry or potentially hurt.

"Very well, I was only here to check how strong you were, on that note I shall report everything to His Majesty," Dior announced as he turned back.

"Wait..." Noel said after wiping Blade's tears off.

"It's my turn to check how strong you are, consider it a little experiment to fulfill my curiosity and a little something for making my disciple shed his precious tears,"

"What? BAHAHA, you think you can lay your hands on me, Sir Dior??? hah the f*ck is wrong with you, I'm royalty, you knave...just fall to your knees and swear your undying loyalty to me," Dior said with his eyes slowly turning red.

"Void Style..." Noel said as he got up and unsheathed his katana.

"Surely you're jesting?" Dior said with a complicated look.

His Katana suddenly had a dark membrane forming over it, with every second that passed, the membrane got bigger and bigger until finally, it stopped growing when it reached a length of 20 meters. Noel's eyes that looked like two voids were now acting as they looked, space and light around his eyes seemed to be getting sucked in making his appearance look blood-curdling.

The next second he appeared in front of Dior who was trembling at the sight,

"W-wai-"

"Aether's Recreation"

Noel sliced the 20-meter katana at Dior's stomach, instantly crushing the purple armor around him and sending a ripple strong enough to push everyone backward.

But the strike didn't stop there, once Noel reached the end of his slice, the energy generated by the skill slowly began pushing Dior back until it started to pick up insane amounts of speed, the nature-defying strike sent Dior flying miles backward but it still didn't disappear, it only continued to gather more and more speed until it changed its course towards the kingdom, the strike carried the unconscious Dior and disappeared into the sky.

Noel just looked towards the direction of the strike before a massive sound wave set off with him as the epicenter,

"Send His Majesty my regards"