A Secretly Capable Child Is Seeking For Her Dad

"And this too!"

"And should we take this?"

"Mm! Take this too!"

"But this is just a rope?"

"But we will take it anyway!"

Meanwhile, Tie had reached the Weapon Pavilion and was looking around with shining eyes.

Bale, though tilting his head in confusion, obediently kept placing every little item Tie pointed at into the cart.

The large wagon they had been pulling from the entrance was already filled with dozens of pieces of equipment.

"Oh!"

Suddenly Tie, who had been walking ahead, stopped.

The child was staring at the helmet and armor displayed in the very center of the Weapon Pavilion.

In front of the equipment, which looked incredibly valuable even at first glance, stood a plaque.

[Heart of Crazar.]

"Crazar heart......?"

Tie looked at the plaque, then lowered her gaze to the description beneath it.

[This legendary equipment was created using the core of the ancient magical beast Crazar.

It reacts to the body and will of the owner, changing size and form, and completely neutralizes all attacks until its durability is exhausted.]

Her lips parted on their own.

Armor and a helmet that change size according to the person wearing them.

And that can block absolutely every attack!

But the description did not end there.

[The ancient magical beast Crazar was discovered 35 years ago in a large Magic Stone that appeared on the outskirts of the Popullos Weapons District.

Its core was extracted thanks to the fortress conqueror Valentis Luminel and delivered to the master Verugon Gregor, who created this equipment from it.]

Tie swallowed.

"A large Magic Stone......."

Until now, every Magic Stone Tie had stormed had been medium sized.

And even the medium Magic Stones were not easy to capture in Tie’s opinion.

But this one had been a large Magic Stone.

Looking around quickly, Tie ran to Bale and whispered.

"Bale oppa. Who is Valentis Luminel?"

Hearing the name of the head of the Luminel family from the mouth of a child, Bale felt awkward.

Valentis Luminel.

At one time the members of Agavert had suspected that he might be Tie’s real father.

But it was impossible to tell Tie that.

Bale coughed, rolled his eyes, and answered.

"A Holy Knight."

"A Holy Knight?! Like my father?"

"Yeah."

The child’s green eyes sparkled.

"Then he is very strong? If he even conquered a large Magic Stone?"

"Well... yes, strong."

Valentis Luminel had led the Holy Knight Order for almost thirty years already.

Moreover, he had raised his sons to be Holy Knights just as strong as himself.

Bale pointed to the inscription "35 years ago" on the plaque.

"It seems Valentis Luminel captured Crazar’s Magic Stone when he was about twenty. For an inexperienced young Holy Knight, that was an absolutely incredible feat."

"Twenty years old......!"

A large Magic Stone was incomparably greater and stronger than a medium one.

That was why only a handful had ever appeared in the history of the world.

"And he conquered one at twenty."

And the fact that he had even donated the magical beast’s core to the Weapons District was even more astonishing.

"That is really really cool."

Maybe this was what the older children from the Flower Fawn group meant when they said someone was cool.

Feeling her heart beating faster, Tie raised her gaze to the Heart of Crazar.

The armor was placed on an iron mannequin and fit it perfectly.

The faint red glow wavering around it made it impossible for Tie to look away.

"It must be expensive......?"

Bale laughed.

"Of course. Besides, it seems it is not for sale."

Tie’s gaze dropped to the very bottom of the plaque.

There it was clearly engraved.

[Not for sale.]

The child’s lips puffed slightly.

"......What a pity. If it were sold, Tie would wear it."

"You? Armor?"

"Mm. It says so here. Tie can too."

The child’s finger pointed to the line that said "changes size and form according to the body and will of the owner."

After that Tie let out a heavy sigh.

"It is so beautiful... Tie really wants it......."

Tie could not take her eyes off Crazar’s armor as if she were enchanted by it.

She wanted it even more than when she first saw Rosa the Ice Princess’s dress in the big supermarket near her home.

It was as if some instinct was pulling her toward it.

But Tie was not the kind of child who threw tantrums.

"If they sell it later... Tie will come again......."

She absentmindedly touched the backpack filled with jewels.

"By then Tie will save even more money......."

After glancing at the armor several more times, she was about to leave the Heart of Crazar.

"Ahem!"

But someone suddenly blocked her path.

Tie raised her head and opened her eyes wide.

Right in front of her stood a whole group of men whose faces were smeared with soot.

Olek, one of Verugon’s apprentices, gathered his courage.

"Do not panic. If I lose the initiative, it is over."

Standing before him was the necromancer everyone had been talking about recently.

The King of the Dead.

Platinum white hair carelessly braided.

Round eyes widened in surprise.

Plump cheeks that looked exactly like those of a cute little child.

"But if you are deceived by the appearance, you are finished! This form is only a disguise!"

The blacksmiths of the Weapons District, including Olek, already knew.

Who was hiding behind that innocent appearance.

According to rumors, the true body of the King of the Dead °• N 𝑜 v 𝑒 l i g h t •° was three times larger than an ordinary person.

And that was not all.

They said his entire body was covered with thick fur, and that one glance at him was enough to make an ordinary person wet themselves in terror and run away.

"Pull yourself together."

First of all, Olek had to drive the King of the Dead out of the Weapon Pavilion without incident.

Though it was unknown whether they would leave willingly.

"Are you the leader of the Agavert squad?"

He asked this while trying to create a heavy atmosphere.

The King of the Dead’s lips parted.

She glanced at her companions behind her and cautiously nodded.

"Yes. Why?"

Olek coughed and looked around.

In the distance the other members of Agavert, who had been examining weapons, were already walking toward them.

He exchanged glances with his companions.

"It is better to avoid a fight if possible."

Just a few days ago the same thing had happened.

Every time different mercenary squads came to the Weapons District to repair or buy weapons, Verugon inevitably ordered them driven out.

Of course, the condition of the weapons the mercenaries brought was usually not the best.

The blades were chipped and scarred, clearly showing how they had used their weapons.

"But still...."

How could someone fight brutal battles with magical beasts if they treated weapons like sacred relics?

Remembering the situation that had repeated again and again for months, Olek’s face grew tense again.

"Throw them out! If you do not drive them away, I will strip you of your apprentice status!"

Why did Verugon always order clients to be expelled?

"We are not leaving! Our weapon broke, we came to buy a new one, and now you are driving us away? We are your customers! What kind of nonsense is this?!"

And the mercenaries themselves refused to leave.

In the end Olek and the blacksmiths nearly ended up in real fights with them every time.

And dealing with strong and enormous mercenaries was far from easy.

Just last week, for example, one of them had twisted his arm and could not work properly at the furnace for several days.

"And with the King of the Dead it will be even harder......."

A shadow passed over Olek’s face.

But he could not disobey Verugon’s order either.

He had begged the master for ten years to accept him as an apprentice and had only recently begun truly receiving knowledge.

He absolutely could not lose his apprentice status now.

Olek gathered his courage and shouted at the King of the Dead.

"Leave the premises! And unload all the weapons from the cart!"

The King of the Dead’s eyes widened.

Olek swallowed, waiting for the reaction.

Would she become angry?

Or decide she was being underestimated and immediately use magic?

If a fight began, how would they even deal with this new squad that people were already calling monstrous?

"Why?"

But the voice that answered sounded surprisingly polite and reasonable.

Olek froze, staring at the King of the Dead.

And she said again.

"Why should we leave? We were not making noise. We did not do anything bad......."

With an expression as if she were very hurt.