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"Welcome to the family," I said with a genuine smile.
"Yay!" Pisti squealed, her eyes sparkling with pure joy.
She then launched herself at me in a flying hug of unrestrained happiness. Having learned my lesson, I ducked instinctively. She sailed right over my head and crashed into the wall behind me with a loud thump.
"I'm going to have to get used to that," I muttered to myself.
Pisti peeled herself off the wall, a very pissed-off expression on her face, a small bump already forming on her forehead.
"Nope," I said, my self-preservation instincts kicking into high gear.
I dipped the fuck out of there, teleporting in a flash of purple light directly to the front door of my shop. I unlocked it and quickly moved behind the counter, trying to look as professional and non-tackle-able as possible. A moment later, the bell above the door chimed, and I looked up to see Governor Azazel walk in, followed by the blonde fallen angel who had refused to kill Asia.
"My, my," Azazel said, his eyes scanning the racks of weapons with genuine appreciation. "You really do have some nice quality stuff here. Also, this is—"
"Miltelt," I finished for him, leaning against the counter.
Azazel chuckled. "Should have seen that coming. Also, congrats on unlocking your Balance Breaker. Impressive stuff."
"Thanks," I said with a shrug. "It was nothing."
Voltaris immediately appeared on my shoulders, his spectral form radiating indignation. "The hell it wasn't! This jackass grinded so fucking much his soul almost developed calluses!"
Azazel let out another hearty chuckle. "Well, you see, I'm here to pick out a weapon for my new apprentice," he said, gesturing to Miltelt, who blushed faintly at being the center of attention.
"Hmm, okay," I said, turning my focus to her. "What kind of weapon do you usually use when you're not chucking light spears?"
She thought it over for a moment, her finger tapping her chin. "Hmm, usually something light. A dagger, or maybe a short sword."
"Okay, I got a few over there," I said, gesturing to a section of the shop. "Do you know what class you're looking for?"
She looked a little confused by the question.
"He means weapon class," Azazel clarified. "Class E, D, C, B, A, S, or Legendary. Just pick out whichever one you like. My treat."
"Here," I said, deciding to narrow it down for her. "Let me pick out a few. See if you like them."
I walked over to the displays and pulled out a selection of high-quality blades: a few B-class daggers, a couple of elegant A-class short swords, and one or two of my S-class creations. I laid them out on the polished wood of the counter. As she looked them over with wide, fascinated eyes, I moved over to Azazel.
He gestured discreetly toward one of the daggers—a wickedly sharp blade that seemed to absorb the light, its hilt wrapped in dark leather. "Tell me about that black-bladed one."
"Ah, yes," I said, my voice low. "It's forged from Black Dragon scales."
Azazel's eyebrows shot up. "How in the nine hells did you get your hands on those?"
"You have your secrets, I have mine," I said with a small smile. "I actually messed up on that one. It was the first time I'd tried working with the material, so it didn't come out exactly as I'd envisioned. But," I added, picking it up to admire its balance, "it still came out as a solid Class-S, so it wasn't a total loss."
"You're going to be the most popular blacksmith the supernatural world has ever seen," Azazel said, shaking his head in amazement.
"I thought I already was?"
"A smart-ass, as usual."
"Hey," I said, an idea sparking. "You know, Miltelt could probably use a ring to help with her magic control, too."
"What do you mean?" he asked, his interest piqued.
"I have a few rings here," I explained. "Specially enchanted. They'll take away thirty-five percent of the magic cost of any spell the wearer casts."
He looked like he was seriously considering it, a slow smile spreading across his face. "I think I'll do it," he decided.
"Ah, okay. I have them in different colors. The bands are all silver, though; I haven't managed to get any gold yet."
Just then, Miltelt came skipping happily over to us, the black dragon-scale dagger held carefully in her hands.
"Miltelt, go with Shiro here and pick out one of those magic rings he was telling me about," Azazel said.
"Okay!" she chirped.
We went over to the jewelry case, and I pulled out a tray with several rings that would fit her. She looked them over with an expression of intense concentration, as if it was a life-or-death decision. Finally, she picked one up: a thin, elegant silver band with a beautifully cut topaz set in it. She slipped it onto her finger, her face lighting up with a happy smile.
She went back over to Azazel, showing off her new gear.
"Ah, it suits you," he said warmly. He then turned to me, pulling out his wallet. "So, Shiro, how much do I owe you?"
"$25,000," I said, my voice calm and professional.
"Shit," Azazel muttered, his hand freezing over his wallet.
"Where else are you going to get another Black Dragon scale dagger?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Shit," he repeated, shaking his head with a reluctant grin. "You got me there."
"Also," I added, leaning forward conspiratorially, "you can channel magical power directly into the blade. That's the great thing about weapons made with dragon parts. They're excellent conduits."
"Huh," Azazel said, genuinely surprised. "Didn't know that one."
"I figured."
"Aw, shut it," he grumbled, finally pulling out a thick stack of bills and handing them over. "Here."
"Thank you, come again," I said with a cheerful, business-like smile.
"Don't worry, I will," he said, turning to leave. "I still need a drinking buddy."
"Yeah… about that," I said, my smile turning a bit strained.
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