Season 1; The Legacy of Ramiel.

"He used to be part of the Elite Blacksmiths people," Hugh informed me.

This person right in front of me is the first person I've met my whole life with cyan hair and yellow pupils. He was the informant of this room, Hugh Winston. I know him, too. We haven't met with each other, but he is a son of a Marquis.

I never met anyone of his kind with such distinct features. Right now, he is giving me basic info I'd need to find about Eliot Reginn Dufort.

"An Elite that didn't go through history books?" I asked.

He smiled. "I've met him several times, actually. He is a Gwarve. A tall one, I must say. I was ten back then, and Eliot was around his thirties. About six feet and seven inches. Bulky and passionate. And back then, I thought he was a warrior. Expectations were different from reality because the only thing in his mind was a hammer and an anvil.

He was a prideful one. He never let any merchant pester him, not even the Gwarve King. That's the reason why he never was recognized in our country." Polo told me as if telling me a heartfelt story.

"But he was a kind-hearted man. He used to adore my siblings. He forged my sword with mithril and gave it his spirit. The thing about him was, he never let anyone bind him. Or tell him what to do. That's why he fled his kind. If you go to the country of Gwarves, I'm sure you will hear his name and his predecessors. I don't know why you are looking for him, but I heard somebody sent you?" he asked.

I stared blankly at him for a few seconds before nodding. "Yes, actually. I met this man, quite old. But I only encountered him on my way to Erast, in a remote village far south of Stark. He told me to visit the blacksmith by his name, and so here I am now, asking for directions to where he is, Eliot Reginn Dufort." I smiled.

Although I don't like conversing with people I don't know, I kind of feel at ease speaking with Hugh. But I am, indeed, still wary.

"If it doesn't bother you, may I ask who sent you?" asked Hugh.

I shook my head. "He is a man named Ramiel de Guesclin." I informed.

It took a few seconds for Hugh's facial expression to darken. He feels silent as if thinking deeply.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

Hugh's gaze was looking at the ground for a minute until he looked up to face me. "Are you sure he was the one that sent you?" he asked, his face serious.

"I- what's wrong?" I was flustered. Who was Ramiel de Guesclin? Why is he so agitated?

"What an honor. To meet such an elite person as Ramiel de Guesclin." He spoke to himself, Hugh. He looked beyond the window and then gazed towards me once more.

"How did he look?" he asked.

"H-he was old. Grey hair, holding a crane, crouched back, short. Every features an old man could have. Do you know who he is?" I asked.

He nodded. "Someone even too high for me to cross eyes with. An individual famous for the subjugation of the demonic tribe. He was the commander of the Elite Order Division during the Era of Awakening. Ramiel's name has been forgotten by many, but the legacy he left still existed. And people like me, who are enthusiastic about what had happened beyond time, know his name.

Ramiel de Guesclin. The Knight Commander Master was called, The Knight Blessed by the Goddess of Life. He could see the past, present, and future of someone with just a touch. With his overflowing essence and magical gift, Ramiel apprehended countless demons. And he led the Elite Knights of the Elite Order Division. With the Goddess of Life's blessing, he lived on for the whole Era of Awakening. Imagine! He lived for six thousand years!

I can't believe that the legends of him being immortal were true! Did he have emerald eyes? I heard that that was the distinct feature of his lineage! The black hair and emerald eyes. So was it true?"

I- wait, is he crazy? I don't know all of these! Legends? Elite Order Division? The Goddess of Life? I have never been good at theology, but I know and learned many parts of it. And I never read anything about Goddess of Life blessing someone.

"I'm sorry. It's just that hearing the name of Ramiel de Guesclin just excited me." he fixed himself.

"It's okay. But yes. That old man that I saw had green eyes, much closer to a jadestone if I can remember." I told him.

"I see. So the author must've made a mistake. Maybe he never actually faced him. Jadestone! I must write this down. Wait, hold on. What a coincidence! Your name is Jadestone, too!" he spoke, clearly thrilled.

Now that he mentioned it, it is quite a coincidence. I used Jadestone as my adventurer name, but it is my endowed name, given by the Goddess Elise. Wait, Goddess Elise is also the sister of Goddess Theia. Is this all coincidence?

What a headache.

"Here's the file and location of Mr. Dufort. He does not reside inside the walls of Erast. Be careful. He is someone who's not easy to get along with. But if he ever gives you trouble, tell him that I, Hugh Winston, told you his location. Now, I must go. Good luck, and be careful out there." he left the room but handed me a map and another paper about basic information about Eliot's blacksmith shop.

That was awkward. I shouldn't have mentioned Ramiel de Guesclin. Let's go to Eliot Reginn Dufort.

I left the room and bid the receptionist goodbye.

And when I came out of the city gates, I saw the guards from before, replaced. Then I went into the west side of the outside walls of the city and ventured to look for a blacksmith shop.

I've encountered multiple blacksmith shops with poor-quality armory and weaponry. None of them were what I was looking for, but I was nearing the place where Eliot Reginn Dufort is known to be found. But the outside civilization seemed wider than what's inside the walls.

It will take me a few hours to explore the west village, but a whole day if I scour the complete rotation of the city walls. The blacksmith place is near the south entrance of Erast. That's a relief. A few turns from where I am now, Eliot Reginn Dufort's blacksmith shop will appear.

But what do I say when I arrive there?