Chapter 19: Take a look

Chapter 19: Take a look

Flame licked at Arwin’s hands as he worked the lizard scales together, winding the final scale onto his third attempt at making a piece of armor for Reya. The first and second tries sat in a pile off to his side. The first had turned into a decent set of armor, but he’d failed to capture any magic within it.

The second attempt hadn’t turned out much better, but he’d worked out a few issues in his methodology. It was a lot easier to make himself a piece of armor than it was for him to make one for someone else.

That felt like a no-brainer after Arwin realized it, of course. When he was working for himself, he knew exactly what he wanted. And, while he didn’t have any complete proof for it yet, Arwin was confident that when his will aligned with that of his materials – that was when he could make a magical weapon.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t the easiest to put himself into the shoes of someone else when he was specifically trying to make something for them rather than just a random piece of armor that happened to be magical.

And yet, as Arwin finished working the last scale into the chest piece and held it up before the forge to get a good look at the finished product, he felt the telltale tingle of the Mesh race against his skin.

[Forest Lizard Scale Mail: Average Quality] has been forged. Forging a magical item has granted you energy.

Achievement: [Shoe Thief] has been earned.

[Shoe Thief] – Awarded for forging an item made specifically for someone other than you. Effects: One skill in your next Skill Selection has been upgraded to Unique. This achievement will be consumed upon choosing your next skill.

Arwin’s lips creased with a smile. If he’d been earning this many Achievements back when he’d been this Tier as the Hero, he probably wouldn’t have even flinched when the black gem had blown up.

Also, it doesn’t look like scales have to be quenched. Wonder if that’s due to their magical properties or if it’s because I’m just doing it wrong.

That would be a problem to deal with later. He already couldn’t wait to see what his next skill options would be, but that would come when it came – and, if he was really lucky, after he got another Achievement or two. Arwin turned his attention back to the scale mail shirt in his hands, examining it with the Mesh.

Forest Lizard Scale Mail: Average Quality

[Shimmerscale]: This item was made to protect a woman that stumbles into trouble a little too often. Upon being struck, this item may forcibly draw a small amount of magical energy and release a flash of light, blinding anyone looking too closely.

Arwin smiled and nodded. This was exactly what he needed. Even though he hadn’t had a specific enchantment in mind when he’d been making the armor for Reya, it was definitely custom made for her.

Well, I was just thinking I didn’t have confirmation that my thoughts truly influenced the kind of magic that goes into the equipment. This is that confirmation. I wonder if I can control the exact enchantment somehow.

Arwin dismissed the Mesh, then laid the armor out over the anvil as the last of the heat dissipated from its scales. Even though it wasn’t hot to him, it would be unfortunate if Reya tried to put it on and ended up burning herself.

To Arwin’s mild disappointment, Reya wasn’t there when he scanned the shop for her. It had been a little over a day since they’d gotten back, and he couldn’t tell if she was just enjoying her newfound sense of freedom or felt so bad about having to rely on him and Lillia that she’d been working overtime.

Either way, she’d been out ever since, only coming back to sleep. Arwin considered going to look for her, but a familiar pang in his stomach stopped him before he could start.

He lifted the dagger up to his mouth, pausing for a moment. The idea of chowing down on a piece of metal still wasn’t appealing, but biting into something that wasn’t just sharp but abnormally sharp felt like it was definitely a good way to cut his insides open.

Then again, not eating this is a good way to blow up. Or implode. I’m not actually sure what would happen if I don’t eat magic in time, but I’m not going to sit around and wait to find out.

His hesitation was rewarded with another cut on his hand – he had no clue how, but the literal handle of the dagger was somehow managing to slightly injure him, even through the defenses of [Indomitable Bulwark].

Not wanting to wait any longer, Arwin started at the back of the blade, taking a careful nibble out of it. The metal melted beneath his teeth, ripping away easily. It still wasn’t the most pleasant activity, but the pain in his stomach relented.

Arwin worked his way around the dagger, eating the rest of it without too much difficulty. Every bite he took just turned into what felt like hot, metallic soup in his mouth. A warmth grew, spreading out through his entire body as he finished eating until the pain had completely vanished.

Well, at least I’ve got a cool party trick. Does that always work, though? Or is it only when I’m hungry? Actually, for that matter, does it even have to be magic at all? If I can eat a magical object, would I be able to eat a normal one as well?

Arwin glanced around the smithy, then grabbed a bar of steel. He raised it before his mouth, studying it doubtfully. It didn’t look any more edible than the dagger had, but if he could just chew through anything in his path, that was something he could incorporate into his fighting.

Not that I fancy the idea of trying to chew through my enemies, but if my life is on the line, it can’t hurt to find out.

He brought the bar to his mouth and nipped at it. The metal seemed... well, metal. It certainly didn’t feel particularly edible, but Arwin wanted to be absolutely certain just in case he was psyching himself out.

Opening his mouth a little wider, Arwin carefully bit at it, applying pressure but not enough to mistakenly break his teeth. And it was fortunate that he did – the bar didn’t give in the slightest. It was about as edible as a bar of metal should have been, and that was to say that it wasn’t edible in the slightest.

“Damn,” Arwin said, lowering the bar. He turned, only to find Reya standing in the entrance of the smithy, staring at him with wide eyes. She hurriedly cleared her throat.

“I didn’t realize you were busy.”

Arwin opened his mouth, then looked back to the piece of metal and tossed it onto the ground, heaving a sigh. “I’m not even going to try to explain. Is that real food?”

“Yeah,” Reya said. She tried to suppress a smirk and failed miserably. “If you were so hungry, you should have gone to get something. I can’t bring you food right now because Lillia is insisting that we eat at her tavern, but I didn’t realize things got this bad.”

Arwin rolled his eyes. “Laugh it up all you want. It was an experiment.”

“Right,” Reya said, attempting to straighten her face and failing miserably.

Arwin shook his head and grabbed Reya’s armor from the stone he’d laid it on, holding it out so she could get a look at it. “Well, when you’re done laughing, you can come take a look at what I made for you.”