The weapons I forge are absolutely flawless.

"It wasn't until many years later that Kelda reappeared in the public eye as Koman Laffner's mentor."

......

"There's something wrong with this thing."

Wiener slammed the booklet shut.

"You mean I'm lying to you?"

Jessica was slightly displeased.

She worked through the night to organize all the data, and not only was Viner not grateful, but she also doubted her.

"I mean there's something wrong with the content here."

Wiener shook his head, then picked up a pen from the table and began to revise all the parts related to Kelda.

Seeing Viner making corrections to her work, Jessica couldn't help but say, "These are all copied from the Silver Wolf Class's files."

“That means the contents of the dossier are also unreliable.” Viner paused what he was doing and turned to Jessica. “Tell me, when it comes to matters related to demons, are prophetic spells much less effective?”

"Indeed."

"So how did you learn about this part?"

Wiener circled Kelda's name with the tip of his pen.

"Didn't it mention above that Kelda was the sole survivor of this battle...? Are you implying he's lying?"

Jessica instantly understood what Vina meant.

"To ascertain the truth of something, you need to gather evidence from multiple sources. But if you want to completely cover up the truth, all you need to do is get more people involved."

"Kelda is the only survivor. With the Empire, the Kingdom, and the Academy each having their own agendas and restraining each other, they were unable to take drastic measures against him, which is why the real culprit went unpunished."

"Fortunately, Kelda wasn't the only beast who witnessed that incident, which allowed the truth of what happened back then to be revealed."

"You mean?"

Jessica followed Vina's gaze and looked at Admira, who was lying flat on the table.

Instead of being sheathed by Wiener, it lay there quietly, contrary to its previous ferocity.

Jessica wasn't surprised that the sword Admira, which had accompanied the Sword Saint Rufrey and fought against demons several times, could give birth to a sword spirit.

What truly surprised her was that Viner was able to gain Admira's sword spirit's approval overnight.

"I've been curious for a while now. Even if it's another bloodline descended from the Sword Saint Rufrey, why do the descendants use spears instead of swords?"

“Kelda probably played a part in this as well,” Wiener deduced.

Rufry's descendants should be more likely to resonate with Adramra than outsiders.

Kelda deliberately sent Rufrey's son, Corman Rafner, to train in spearmanship precisely to prevent this.

Wiener guessed that he probably left some family precepts as Rufrey's close friend, which was that he did not want to see a second swordsman in the Rafna family who could resonate with Admira.

“Write down everything Ademura told you. Then I will ask the teacher to revise the Silver Wolf's file.”

"You just believe that everything I've said is true?"

Vina thought Jessica would hesitate for a moment.

"You are the Silver Wolf Class successor that I personally chose."

Chapter 350 Adramura, the sword is complete!

Felix brought tea and, seeing that the two seemed to be discussing serious matters, gently closed the door behind him as he left.

The amount of work to be revised is more than I imagined.

Rufrey's fall occurred during a turbulent period before the rise of heroes.

There is neither the time nor the resources to conduct a thorough verification.

The core task of St. Freya Academy's intervention was to safely bring the Demon Blood Soul back to the academy for sealing.

As for other details of the case, the information available is not as detailed as the account given by Adele.

After all, when the Empire later conferred the title of Duke on Coman Rafner, it conducted a thorough background check to verify whether he was a descendant of the Sword Saint Rufrey.

Jessica, who was already sleep-deprived, became even more drowsy after drinking chrysanthemum tea, which is said to help with sleep, and lay down on the bed as soon as she saw it.

......

"Hey, it's time to wake up."

A chill instantly woke Jessica.

When she looked closely, she discovered that it was Vina who had placed Adramura's scabbard on her forehead.

Between splashing water on him and patting him awake, Wiener chose to freeze him awake.

Having carried Adramura for many years, even a sword sheath has become as cold as an ice pop.

Jessica was about to unleash her morning grumpiness when she realized she had been covered with a blanket sometime during the day, and her tone softened a bit: "Have you corrected everything?"

“There shouldn’t be anything missing. I just had Admira check it for me.”

Wiener handed forward the book, which had been altered beyond recognition.

"Let Admira examine you... I can't believe you even said that."

Jessica threw off the covers and got up, only to see Admira flashing a few times by the table.

Now I have no choice but to believe it.

She quickly flipped through the book.

"Did Ademra tell you all of this?"

“Not entirely, some of it was told to me by Adele.”

When did you go to see Idyl?

"No, how can I be sure she'll agree to help fend off the pressure from the Lafner family if I don't talk to her first?"

"...Never mind, since the teacher has agreed to do it your way, I won't ask any more questions. I'll take this first."

Jessica waved the notebook in her hand.

"If you've finished organizing, please prepare an extra copy for me," Viner suggested.

"What do you want to do?"

Jessica always felt that Vina didn't have good intentions.

"Of course, we'll give Admira a surprise when he's delivered to the Rafna family."

......

"Vina, I'm going to the cafeteria right away. Should I bring you lunch?"

Felix pushed open the door and asked.

"Okay, just bring me one copy. I need to get ready to start forging."

"Jessica's gone?"

Felix looked around but only saw Venus.

"She took her things and left."

“I was saying I’d bring you another cup of tea,” Felix said, placing the teapot on the table. “You can make it for yourself later.”

“Okay,” Viner nodded in response.

"Huh?" Felix's eyes lit up when he saw Admira on the table. "It won't freeze everything around it!"

He then prepared to get started.

Unexpectedly, Admira, who had previously appeared harmless, suddenly released a chilling aura, forcing Felix to retreat.

"What's wrong with it now?" Felix asked, utterly puzzled.

How come it was as docile as a lamb in Viner's hands, but turned into a completely different person when it came to me?

"Go ask it, why are you asking me?"

Wiener was speechless.

Admirane's sword spirit, after all, did not reach the level of the Murakami sword wielded by Arios.

They possess intelligent thought, yet they cannot take form or speak within the realm of consciousness.

Even when Wiener communicates with it, he has to guess.

Don't you swordsmen and swords have your own way of communicating?

"But it won't let me touch it at all!"

Felix snapped.

"Then you can discuss it yourselves."

Viner had no interest in mediating the dispute and took the opportunity to run out of the room.

Although Ademura was forged a long time ago, only Rufry has ever truly owned it.

After the Frostfire Demon was defeated, it was locked away in the kingdom's treasury and never saw the light of day.

Their intellectual level is probably that of a seven or eight-year-old child.

Although Felix grew up a bit too fast, in Wiener's opinion, he wasn't much smarter than a seven or eight-year-old child.

As a mature adult male, it's best not to get involved in children's arguments.

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Wiener clutched a piece of black ore tightly.

At first glance, it appears extremely ordinary, its entire body dark and unremarkable, yet it is the most important material for forging Adramura—Black Iron.

All the other materials were fine, but Vina was worried that the Valentin Merchant Guild didn't have any reserves of Black Gold Cold Iron. Otherwise, even a skilled cook can't make a meal without rice, and even if they brought Tauronio back from the underground, they still wouldn't be able to recreate Admira.

Ordinary cold iron, just by touching it, you can feel a bone-chilling cold.

However, the black iron had reached its peak and became warm like jade.

With just a small piece, the strength of the armor can be increased to an extremely terrifying level.

That's right, this black iron is best suited for making armor, not weapons.

It was all thanks to Tauronio's unconventional approach back then, who came up with the idea of ​​forging weapons using black iron, that Admira was born.

Wiener carefully placed the cold iron ore into the furnace fire.

The mineral, which originally had a slightly warm feel, instantly released a strong chill the moment it came into contact with the raging flames, as if it wanted to freeze the flames.

Wiener kept pulling the bellows to keep the firepower burning.

It heats up when exposed to cold and cools down when exposed to fire; this unique property, possessed only by black iron, makes forging and manufacturing more difficult.

Flames licked the cold iron, emitting a hissing sound, and the inner chill and the outer heat gradually reached a delicate balance.

Seeing that the black iron had begun to soften, Viner decisively added six more pieces of different ore into the furnace, and then quickly stopped blowing air.

Without the aid of wind, the flames inside the furnace quickly succumbed, completely swallowed by the chilling aura released by the black iron.

In normal forging, the flames must never be extinguished during the process, but Venere confidently awaited the next changes in the black iron.

A soft "plop" sound.

As the accumulated cold air was completely released, the black gold cold iron instantly reversed, releasing an astonishingly high temperature.

The sudden high temperature caused the ore that Vina added later to melt rapidly and adhere tightly to the cold iron, as if drawn by an invisible force, showing faint signs of fusion.

Between the hot and cold air, a large amount of steam rose from the furnace, enveloping the entire workshop in a hazy white mist, blurring the view.

Venerer simply closed his eyes and, relying solely on memory and touch, pulled out the cold iron and placed it on the anvil.

Folding, forging, and folding again, repeated time and again, constantly adjusting the force and angle of the hammering, the originally rough iron block gradually took on the shape of a longsword, with a faint blue light emanating from the blade.

After countless trials and refinements, a crystal-clear, chilling longsword finally took shape.

"It's done."