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Chapter 176 - A Magical Toolmaker's Special Lesson

Prev | TOC | Next (This chapter focuses on Ozwald at work.) Before their very eyes, as they stood frozen in place, Ozwald fitted the two horns into the bracelet. He sprinkled unicorn horn powder over them, then repeatedly cast the fixation spell. Once he had confirmed that the horns were securely fixed in place, he laid a golden Basilisk claw in his hand. As she watched, Dahlia recalled something. In her previous life, she had read fantasy stories and thought that Cockatrices and Basilisks were similar creatures. In this life, Cockatrices had been much as she had imagined them from her previous life, but Basilisks were a little different. The Basilisks of this world were monsters with large, black, serpent-like bodies and four thick legs tipped with sharp talons. Their scales were hard, and their claws could deliver a deadly poison capable of killing a person in a short time. Their most distinctive feature was the golden crest atop their heads, shaped like a crown. Although they were...

Chapter 175 - The Magical Toolmaker’s Senior Apprentice

Prev | TOC | Next "My name is Dahlia Rossetti of the Rossetti Company. I've come with an urgent request for Tobias Orlando, the magical toolmaker. I don't have an appointment, but would you please let him know I'm here?" At the reception desk of Orlando & Co., Dahlia straightened her back and spoke clearly. She felt everyone in the room turn to look at her at once, then noticed that half of them shifted their attention to Volf standing behind her. She had braced herself for whispers, but there wasn't a sound. The silence only made her more uneasy. Earlier, in the carriage, Ivano had suggested that he ask Tobias to see her, but she had declined. She was the one asking for help on Irma and Marcella's behalf. She felt it would be wrong to hide behind Ivano. "P-please wait a moment." A few seconds after Dahlia spoke, a middle-aged woman hurried off toward the back. Before the door had even fully closed, Dahlia heard a muddle of voices: someone ...