Chapter 102: Mana Gun
The duke declared the day a rest day, no lessons, no duels, only final preparations for the grand banquet that would formally cement her place as Gorthmorde's heir.
Hannah spent the morning at her dress fitting, maids fluttering around her like nervous butterflies to adjust a silvery black gown stitched with shimmering threads of the Gorthmorde silver oak.
It was elegant enough for a future duchess, with a flowing train and delicate lace along the neckline, yet strategically cut to allow free movement at the shoulders and hips, so she could run, fight, or reach for a weapon without being restricted.
By afternoon, she set off with Bart and Mike to the dwarf's smithy to collect the items she'd commissioned.
The forge was even busier than before, the air thick with the sharp, warm smell of finished steel, cooled enchantments, and faint coal smoke.
