A New Plan of Attack

"Muramasa charged me to deliver your new armor! Next time, I'll craft it myself and boast to the others that you're wearing my creations."

"Oh? So you're one of his two apprentices. Who's the second?"

Eyes sparkling with amusement and curiosity at the former imp's choice, he put his armor on as he listened to the answer.

"I don't know her much, and she said that everyone calls her the lady who is good with her hands, so she'll keep that name. Anyway, I admire her quite a bit!"

Silas' mischievous expression turned solemn as he patted his chest.

"She said she'd prove to the world that demonic females are more than mere seductresses and that she would surpass Muramasa to become the first legendary demonic smith."

Even if it may appear almost unachievable or trivial, his heart pumped blood faster, and his lips curled into a brilliant smile at the woman's dream.