Chapter 172 172 - Forge



When Ryan stood up, he had finally completed the design of his new sword. The vampiric energy crystal remained on his desk every day, as a demonstration of an idea he still wanted to finalize.

* Ring Ring *

The cell phone continued to vibrate even though it was already in Ryan's hand, who squinted as he opened the notifications. There were dozens of messages from Laila, one after the other, the girl kept sending messages. Opening the conversation, he became a little optimistic.

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[Laila]: Hey

[Laila]: Hey

[Laila]: Hey

[Laila]: You there?

- Laila sent a sticket -

[Laila]: There's a new student on campus

[Laila]: She's just been approved to work in the forge

[Laila]: She came from Khalazhan

[Laila]: This girl is good, it seems she was one of the best blacksmiths there

[Laila]: I checked out some of her equipment

[Laila]: They're high quality, you should take a look at them

[Laila]: This girl deserves your attention

- Laila sent an image -

[Laila]: See, look at the complexity of it

[Laila]: It's amazing

[Laila]: I will book an appointment with her on your behalf

[Laila]: That way she doesn't start any projects before you do

[Laila]: Check back as soon as possible

[Laila]: I will sort out some materials for you in a moment

[Laila]: Then you won't need to buy so many things

[Laila]: Her queue is already huge, you need to be quick or she will

[Laila]: You might end up removing your name from the queue and going to work for someone else.

[Laila]: I'm going to ask for a sword project

[Laila]: You won't believe it, she's already at the top of the academy's wish list

[Laila]: News travels fast around heren-o-vEl-u/s,b.-)c/o,m

[Laila]: By the way, her name is Artemis Smith

[Laila]: Funny that last name

[Laila]: I miss Ryan

[Laila]: Then come over to my living room and fuck my tight little pussy

[Laila]: <3

[Ryan]: How many messages...

[Ryan]: Thanks, I'll meet you in your classroom after class.

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'She's a bit weird today...' he thought, as he scrolled through the messages again. Laila had a habit of being energetic and sometimes a bit annoying, but she was usually a bit more modest in the number of messages.

Looking at the map of the academy, Ryan began to search for the forge room.

"I remember seeing that it was on the opposite side of the library, near the far end of the lake..."

Olivia walked into Ryan's office, after listening to some of what he was muttering and after looking at his computer screen she said.

"Are you finally going to ask some blacksmith to work for you?"

"Laila said that a new skilled blacksmith arrived, so apparently I need to check it out" he replied, while scratching the back of his head.

Olivia approached him, and practically throwing her own breasts in front of him, she held up the mouse and moved the cursor to the map.

"We're here, near the lake in the S Rank dorms. The forge is here, on the opposite side of the academy on the other side, not on the tip of this one. It's a secluded place because of the noise, you can get there quickly with the transportation... Never mind, you don't need it."

The elf then burst out laughing, and Ryan watched her walk out the door. Admiring the way she walked.

'Olivia's ass is really getting bigger...'

Grabbing the diagrams, the crystal and his notebooks, Ryan left as fast as he could and ran to the living room. Opening the window he jumped out of the building.

"Does he always do that?" Luna questioned.

The girls nodded.

"He hardly uses the door" Rose replied.

Falling into the wind from the building, Ryan flew off as fast as he could. The clouds were few, so with ease he was able to spot the griffins and dragons that prowled the academy's skies. Hiding in his form from the shadows, it took no more than five minutes to reach the forge building.

The classical Greek architecture followed the patterns of the rest of Neodrazzil's academy. There were several marble pilasters leading to a hall with hundreds of sculptures of important smiths who frequented that place. Although, unlike the case of travelers, Ryan didn't know many names of skilled craftsmen.

Walking through the rooms, he could feel the difference in temperature of the place. The doors were extremely hot, but as soon as he walked through them, the temperature returned to normal. All the doors of the dozens of forges were open, some gave off a little smoke while others were dirty with grease, coal and dust.

There was no secretary or person managing the entrance, just dozens of rooms named after forge masters. Moving down the corridor he looked for one with Artemis Smith's name on it, but there seemed to be nothing. When Ryan turned one last time down the hall, he found a small room where there were several luggage and backpacks scattered in front of the door.

Inside was a piece of paper with the girl's name written on it.

From a distance, Ryan began to watch the girl work through the door. She had her hair tied up, it was a bit long, a bright golden color like Alice's. She had a bit of defined muscles, and she was a bit of a girl. She had slightly defined muscles, but not much. Her clothes were all full of dust and soot. Her shirt had both sleeves torn off, while her jeans were already cut in some parts.

Next to her pants was a silver hammer with a size a bit bigger than usual for a blacksmith. And even now that she was hammering, she still kept that hammer around her waist. Confused, Ryan could only find it strange.

'Why does she carry that?

The girl moved from one side to the other, her eyes hidden behind a pair of red goggles, which matched the red bandana she was using to secure her hair. As she was not aware of Ryan's presence, the girl lifted her shirt for a while, revealing the extremely sexy belly she possessed.

Pulling the collar of her shirt a little, she started to blow on her own breasts. Which were big and soft. In front of that heat, Ryan's mouth began to water as he watched that beautiful woman work.

The burning embers cast a reddish glow that illuminated her figure as she moved with grace and purpose. Her leather apron is stained and worn, testimony to the many tireless hours she has devoted to this craft.

Artemis is immersed in her work, engaged in an almost hypnotic ritual of precise movements. Her muscles twitch gently under her skin as she holds the tongs and deftly manipulates the metal bars. Every move is calculated, every action an extension of her deep knowledge and passion for the forge.

The furnace crackles and billows smoke, mingling with the morning mist that hangs in the air. The contours of the landscape around Artemis are bathed in an ethereal light, while the fire of the forge casts dancing shadows that reach out like invisible hands with each hammer blow. Metallic music resonates through the air, a steady, comforting rhythm that echoes in the distance. As she works, the figure of Artemis Smith seems to merge with the very essence of iron and fire.

She is the master of a fiery kingdom, commanding the elements with a natural authority. I watch as she shapes, hammers and transforms, bringing to life a piece of metal that is more than just the sum of its parts. Her movements are deliberate and fluid, almost choreographed, like an intricate and harmonious dance with the metal. Each time she raises the hammer and drops it with precision, a part of the material transforms, bends to her will and becomes a unique and lasting creation. Even from afar, I can feel the intensity of her devotion to her craft.

Artemis Smith is a blacksmith whose work transcends mere object-making; it is a quest for perfection, a search for a deep connection with the primal elements of nature. As I continue to watch, I find myself captivated by her skill and determination, witnessing a quiet, inspiring spectacle of creativity and mastery.

Turning, she threw a piece of iron at the door. The force was so great that it hit the wall, and with a heavy step she looked at him angrily.

"You! I knew I was being watched!"

Ryan bowed, and respectfully introduced himself.

"My name is Ryan Whitemane, and I would like to ask for your services"

The girl suddenly changed her reaction, going from an annoyed face to a complete and true surprise.

"Oh! So you're the boy they were talking about!"

"I apologize if they spoke ill of me, but I really need your services"

'She changed her behavior so fast' he thought.

"Seriously, at first it was annoying. But much of the forge was eager to work with you. Look, it's not very nice to be snooping on others, but I don't mind, although you should have just knocked on the door. Well, my name is... Oh you should know by now, you went through all this for me"

Holding out her hand, she went to greet Ryan.

"Oh, that's a bit inelegant" she said, and then removed her own Glove.

"Artemis" she said.

"Ryan" he replied.