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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 · Fantasia
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600 Chs

80.6 Short Rest

I only gave a nod as Grigori stood up to walk away, but not before he moved to whisper something into my ear.

 

"Alset's a good girl. Treat her properly, Rouge..."

 

"Of course."

 

Grigori gave me a nod before disappearing, leaving me alone in a corner with our captive as she nursed her previously bound wrists. She looked a lot better than just a minute ago, but it was far from being fine, in my opinion.

 

"Stay here," I advised. "I'll get you some food."

 

"T-thanks..."

 

A flurry of thoughts swam in my head as I mechanically went to our food stash. I really wanted to help this girl, but she was an enemy that clearly had qualms with being branded a traitor. Whether it was out of duty or fear, I didn't know. But I'll still have to tread carefully. As much as I was doing this out of the goodness of my heart, there was still an opportunity here.