Memoirs of Your Local Small-time Villainess

Chapter 343 - Gearing up



“These are the Chain Devil Gloves,” Scarlett said, holding out a pair of deep crimson leather gloves. Chains coiled around the wrists, the metal etched with faint, arcane script. “And this is the Candleflame Claymore.”

From a stand beside her, she lifted a long, broad sword. Its blade gleamed with polished steel, a glowing gold-red rod embedded along its base. The hilt branched upwards in a strange, ornamental design, reminiscent of an iron candelabra twisted into the shape of a crossguard.

[Chain Devil Gloves (Epic)]

{Fashioned from the severed hands of a slain chain demon, these gloves seek to amplify the wearer’s will and lash out against any who would defy it}

[Candleflame Claymore (Epic)]

{Steel and flame alike shall blaze our trail—unseen by none, unseeing of nothing—a beacon to some, an omen to others}

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Kat blinked, staring down at the items as if her eyes had decided to play tricks on her. She rubbed them slowly, as if that might somehow make the vision vanish or change.

“Do not make me hold these indefinitely,” Scarlett said, a note of mild impatience slipping through. The claymore was heavy, especially without using the strength-enhancing properties of her [Crown of Flame’s Benediction].

Kat hesitantly took the sword and gloves, brow furrowed. “Is this really why you asked me to come along down here?”

“It is.” Scarlett nodded, turning back to the wall lined with an array of artifacts and enchanted objects displayed on shelves and mounted upon racks. They were in one of the western wing’s basement chambers — a storage room that had, over time, become something of an unofficial armoury.

Though ‘armoury’ might’ve been generous. It was far from fully stocked, even if it was organised. But any artifact Scarlett hadn’t sold off or stashed in her [Pouch of Holding] or the [Bag of Juham] found its way here. After their last expedition to the Rising Isle, the collection had become…modestly respectable, she’d say.

The room itself was protected by layered magical wards — some courtesy of the wizards at Brook Tower, others added by Scarlett using methods of the old Zuver and the Rising Isle. It was, by her estimate, one of the most secure places on the estate.

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