Reborn as the Last van Ambrose

"Wait." Bella’s voice had lost its edge entirely. "Perhaps I could demonstrate my abilities before you depart. I’m currently working on a project that requires mana infusion. It would take only a short time to show you."

Grim paused, appearing to consider the offer. "A demonstration would be acceptable. Though I warn you, Mistress Cleanrott, my standards are high."

Relief flickered briefly across Bella’s face, quickly replaced by professional pride. "As are mine, Lord Ambrose. If you’ll follow me, I believe my work will speak for itself."

She gestured toward the forge entrance, all hostility replaced with businesslike conduct.

Heat and humidity enveloped Grim as he stepped into the forge. Unlike traditional smithies that relied primarily on fire for their work. This space had channels of flowing water, creating a perpetual cloud of steam that hung near the ceiling.

"My standard forge is there," Bella explained, gesturing to a corner.

She moved to a workbench where a half-finished blade rested. Even incomplete, it exhibited remarkable craftsmanship—a shortsword with what looked waves on the blade.

"This is Count Dralven’s commission," she said, lifting the piece carefully. "A ceremonial blade for his son’s coming-of-age ceremony. Decorative, primarily, though fully functional."

"The patterns are unusual," Grim observed, studying the flowing designs that resembled water currents.

"They’re mana channels," Bella explained, professional pride overcoming her earlier hostility. "When complete, water mana will flow through these patterns, creating a blade that appears to have liquid rippling beneath its surface. Purely aesthetic, but impressive at formal events."

"Any actual use for this type of blade?"