Is it wrong to try to meet someone in a dungeon?

"Whoa!?"

The princess, who was originally a pure and virtuous wife and mother, was defeated by Hestia and Lily with the power of the female protagonist, and they turned the tables together in a friendly manner.

Volume 15 Bonus: The Untold Story of the Forge

"Has Lilyluka Erd [leveled up]?"

Finn Dimna's eyes widened slightly.

A sharp metallic clang filled the air. Many craftsmen wielded their heavy hammers like they were playing a brutal symphony, sending countless sparks flying.

The workshop is a place where flames roar in the furnace. This is the "workshop" of the [Gubney Family].

"Ah... a few days ago, someone came to me to order weapons."

The one who answered Finn was Gubernius, the god of forging. He handed him the custom-made weapon "Spear of Fortia," repaired by the hero Braver, as if it were brand new, and spoke quietly.

"Normally, information about our guests shouldn't be shared... but I'd like to tell you about it."

Finn received more care from the Gubernian Familia in terms of equipment compared to the Hephaestus Familia. Naturally, he also had more time to interact with the chief god Gubernian.

Moreover, Gubernau also knew of Finn's "ambition." He hoped to become the "light" of the Palum race and revive his people.

The news that just one person had reached a high level after a long time, allowing their "vessel" to be sublimated, was the best news for Finn, even more gratifying than his own growth.

"Oh, I see... I'm so happy. Especially since it's her."

Then, this is something that Gubernius did not understand.

Finn had proposed to Lily in the past. Ever since then, he has been paying attention to and commenting on her.

The affection and praise permeated the subtle nuances of the language, and the warrior of Palum, a dwarf, narrowed his blue eyes.

"God Guberneau. If possible, how about using my remaining weapon materials for her custom weapon?"

"...That's fine, is that alright? Your weapon uses rare materials that even Orario can't buy. Even if we made it, there's no way we'd get anything in return for it."

"I owe them a lot. Although I don't see this as a way of repaying them, I want to show my sincerity."

"..."

"Anyway, I want to send 'bouquets' to my courageous compatriots. No, shouldn't it be 'walnuts' for this occasion?"

Finn, with one eye closed, half-jokingly said, "Please keep it a secret." Gubernau, known for his aloofness, smiled for once.

The material used is the extremely rare collectible item, 'Horenledo of the Oath Tree'. ❶

The weapon that Lily later completed, which was close to the first-level weaponry, was named Squirrel's Walnut Shot because of that "fate".

❶ Note: The Oath Tree Hollendor, also known as the Oath Tree Walnut, is said to be from the "Eran Forest," the homeland of the Fiana Knights, and is a rare collectible.

❷Note from Meow: *The Spear of Fortia*

*A golden spear, a symbol of bravery.

*【Gubney Familia】Crafting. 130000000 Fali.

*A custom-made item commissioned by Finn, a weapon specifically for the Dwarf race.

The sturdy and resilient grip is crafted from "Oathwood Walnut," while the golden spearhead is made from a composite material of "Brave Iron" and "Dilken Steel." In addition to the ultra-hard metal Dilken Steel, both materials are sourced from the "Eran Forest," the legendary birthplace of the Knights of Fiana and the origin of the mythical goddess, making them extremely rare collectibles.

Side Story: Sword Oratoria 12 - Prologue: The View the Girl Finally Sees

Taiwanese version from Angel Anime Forum

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She saw the "crown of light".

It was a halo of light floating in mid-air.

There is also a white staircase made up of countless fragments of light that leads straight to the sky.

This is the scene where I made that promise to her.

In other words, this is just an "illusion".

It was only in the final moment, as consciousness dissipated and vanished, that a fragile and ethereal illusion came into view.

However, these fragments of a dream are truly breathtaking.

Even if it's a fake image, I firmly believe it's the most beautiful sight in the world.

It is the "Elf Ring" that resides in her hometown.

A sorrowful voice reached my ears.

It was a long and unending wail.

It was a cry filled with regret and sorrow, soaring straight to the sky.

That was a cry from the depths of the soul.

I feel really sad that I made her cry like this.

I feel incredibly guilty for causing her such unbearable pain.

No matter how much I pleaded, I couldn't stop her tears. The scars left behind will never heal; she will have to live with them forever.

I have so much more to say to her.

Even if I have to swallow my pride, there are many things I want her to know.

But I understand that this wish can no longer be fulfilled.

I can no longer talk to her.

He could no longer make a sound from his throat.

It is no longer possible to weave sounds into a song.

The body vanished, turning to dust, leaving the longing in the heart with nowhere to be expressed.

Please stop crying.

Take the first step.

Amidst the fading thoughts, please forgive my weakness, my inability to pray that Heaven will forget me. This is my attachment, my almost insane desire.

I know I have no right to make such a request.

But I simply couldn't suppress this feeling.

May you one day regain your smile.

The rain is falling incessantly.

The raindrops were so beautiful and pure, almost cruel, that I was convinced they were the most sacred things in the world.

This never-ending rain, this rain formed from countless tears, has transformed into a melody that touches my heart.

The incomplete consciousness of transcending the law is about to disappear.

That scene is gradually fading into the distance.

I gradually lost the ability to feel her presence.

I will be trapped in a narrow space where even a polluted body and mind can be bleached, and from then on I will forget everything.

and so……

Therefore……

Finally, I made a wish upon the "crown".

If so-called "miracles" truly exist.

Please allow me to atone for my sins.

Even if the body is lost, the soul dissipates along with it—

It can transform into tiny specks of light, landing on her shoulders, forever by her side—

I have always stayed by the side of this girl, who is as delicate as a flower and cannot withstand any damage.

Having sworn never to seek salvation from God again, I silently prayed this.

Side Story: Sword Oratoria 12 Chapter 1: The Price of Defeat

Why did she have to die?

Lefia kept thinking about this question.

Keep asking this question.

But no answers can be found in the barren wasteland of thoughts. Even if one repeatedly asks questions against the frozen wall of reason, no response can be obtained.

At this moment, what overwhelmed her was not anger or sorrow.

Instead, it is "blank".

Both the mind and the heart were completely stained white.

Everything was covered in white ash, and all boundaries disappeared.

Where do emotions begin? Where do thoughts begin? Where does grief begin?

She doesn't understand anything.

Nothing can move.

Nothing works.

In this endless white wilderness, the "various memories" buried in ashes shine like jewels.

"In that case, I will protect you. You are the only one I will never let die."

My heart, long since worn down, resists the scene that appears in my mind.

But I just can't stop.

Various scenes flashed by like a slideshow.

Her voice.

Her demeanor.

Her body temperature.

"We'll go after everything is over. I promise you."

And the smile on her face at the last moment, as she made a promise to herself that she would never have the chance to keep.

"..."

Tears slid down her azure eyes.

Even though they had been crying for so long, tears could still flow from their eyes and their bodies.

Even though she was already wailing and crying so loudly, the tears inside her body had not yet dried up.

It was like a fountain of spirits, constantly gushing forth water. Whenever ripples appeared on the surface of the water, which was adorned with deep blue, it would evoke Lefia's sorrow.

"──, ──!"

It seemed as if someone was standing in front of me, talking incessantly.

However, Raphia was unable to recognize it.

Because a broken mind cannot accept reality.

Only the dry lips could be controlled.

She called that name softly.

"Miss Philweis..."

*

"Lefia..."

Ais felt a pang of pain in her heart and called out the girl's name again.

But they received no response.

Lefia was like a marionette with its strings cut, remaining slumped on the ground, tears streaming down her face.