Chapter 169 - Where the Hammer Falls

This feeling… she didn't hate it… didn't hate it at all… this refreshing crisp of water droplets unseen to the naked eyes dropping to her cheeks, and the tip of her nose could taste the faint aroma of petrichor the moment she entered quite a fine establishment such as this one: a blacksmith workshop standing with firmness and grandeur on tall and thick pilings, wrapping itself around the waterfall like a horseshoe. It was a sight to look in wonder at, wrapping its wooden body completely around a natural waterfall that plunged furiously right through its center, serving as an infinite cooling radiator that sucked away all the heavy heat and soot-stained smoke from the open workshops… and this exact waterfall was the feeling she didn't hate, whose microscopic droplets the air carried, resulting in the cooling mist amongst the embers—embers that were coming from a contraption she didn't think a blacksmith would have… well, at least not in this world's setting,