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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 · Fantasi
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600 Chs

17.5 Grave

Having made my peace, I wiped off what few sniffles I had on my nose before calling out to my two companions. If they ever noticed just how much of a wreck than usual I looked like at the moment, they didn't comment about it beyond their eyes widening a bit. I was grateful, perhaps, that they stuck around long enough for me to do my thing with my parents. I probably looked like shvt while doing so, but I could finally focus enough that I got my thinking face back.

Which meant that it was time to think about who the fvck had the time, knowledge, and resources to erect this ornate a gravestone in the first place. Mother was still the prime suspect, but the chances of it not being her was still a thing.

Anna eyed the gravestone as she asked, "So, any idea on who did this?"