"I don't believe you!!" Ophelia said, or rather shouted. Her cheeks were beet-red, and her eyes were watery. She didn't want to believe that Nial had already advanced to the Saint Runicier rank.
Ophelia had always been the best when it came to forging and her craftsmanship as a Runicier. Her engravings were always the best. Only Nial was a great rival, though she was still better. Her foundation was better and so was her knowledge. The only thing Nial had always been better with was his creativity and desire to make experiments.
He didn't pursue the traditional work of a Runicier but preferred plain efficiency. Nial never cared much about the weapons he created either. They had one task, and as long as they fulfilled their purpose, Nial couldn't care less whether the runic armaments broke afterward, or if they could be used once again.
