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Smith and Wesen: A Modern Blacksmith's Magical Reincarnation

"You're just a Nenner! A glorified blacksmith! You can't possibly stand up against a Zahler's elemental power!" "As if that'll stop me! A Zahler might have the elements under their control, but that won't matter if I have a Seigel-riddled weapon for every occasion!" ⬛⬛⬛ Wesen... the innate power within that allows a person to manipulate the world around them. While it sounded straightforward enough, Rouge still has a lot to learn if he wanted to harness it for his own benefit. Thankfully, being a standard guy with blacksmithing as a hobby had given him a headstart in the new pseudo-medieval world that he now found himself in. In fact, blacksmithing in general is an integral part of his new life and the Wesen-filled wonders that entailed it. It was a good thing too, especially since it would be the one ticket he had to get out of the servitude of the Empire that insisted on grinding him under its heel. With his newfound power of rune-like Seigels at his disposal, Rouge will take the Matheman Empire by storm as he builds his rebellion into a force to be reckoned with. He will ensure that his fellow Nenners will be free from the Empire's oppressive practises, and he sure as hell will do it if it was the last thing he did. Well, that, and he refused to live in a backwater medieval world for longer than he could manage it. His modern sensibilities demanded proper technology, and he was sure that even his half-complete understanding of modern science will give him the edge he needs to take on a literal continent-spanning Empire. ⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛ UPDATES: Daily 19:00 JST Twitter: @ChellyArks

ChellyArks · Fantasie
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14.X Interlude: Maira II

Within a tavern in a nondescript province on the outskirts of the Empire, Maira drank herself into a stupor as she grumbled and growled to herself. It's been over a year since... since she lost both her son and the love of her life, and there she was drinking away the pain and hatred that she had in both the Empire and herself.

"Hey... Is that-"

"Don't say anything, dumbass..."

She rolled her eyes at all the people that noted her appearance. Sure, she was far from being the Number Two of the Primzahl Dreizehn with her tattered dress and disheveled hair, but the sword that hung on her side was unmistakable.

The Glutschwert. The sword of flame that allowed her to carve through her enemies and unleash infernos in her wake... and the last memento she had of Pascual.

"But she's a Primzahl, right?"

"She's a traitor, idiot. Don't call her that."

"Then why is nobody arresting her yet?"