Chapter 350: Red handed
Eleven tailed Ifrit and Lillia through the rest of the dungeon, but her mind was barely there for the majority of it. Her eyes were nearly glazed over as thoughts raced in her mind like runaway horses.
The power Ifrit bore should have been impossible, but there was absolutely no way to deny it. A mere smith was flinging around the explosive power of a high level mage — and with a hammer rather than abilities of his own.
And for some reason, the only things they seemed to be interested in were completely mundane. They stopped to carve some of the meat out of a few monsters they fought and mine some ore from a wall — though it was really more of Ifrit just reaching straight into the stone and tearing the materials clean free with his bare hands.
The smith, if he could even be called that at this point, was a monster.
If weapons like that got out to the general public, much less people who actually know what they’re doing with them… it would be a catastrophe. The entire kingdom could collapse into war. Nothing would ever be the same.
And, worse, I’d never get a day of rest. I’d be on jobs for the rest of my life.
The thought sent a shudder down Eleven’s back. Her fears were only heightened by the response that Lillia gave the hammer’s demonstration. She’d been impressed — but not nearly enough.
It was almost as if she’d expected Ifrit to make something like this. She hadn’t been stunned into disbelief. Sure, she’d been shocked, but not anywhere near as much as Eleven had been. If anything, Lillia had been more proud than anything else.
And that meant this wasn’t the first time Ifrit had made a weapon like this. It wasn’t the first time he’d demonstrated these powers, even if the hammer appeared to be new.