"Surely, the letter that I sent must've been read by you a couple of weeks ago, no?" The hooded rodent's face was covered by darkness. Although, her voice was identical to Angravada, enough to fool anyone at first glance. "That aside, how is your back, old man?"
"You kept calling me old men, even when I hadn't reached my 40s yet." The sentence spoken by the blacksmith was playful and cheery, but his face showed no sign of joy, nor did the gaze that was directed to the individual who nonchalantly walked to the forgery. "I'd never thought that the meek and scaredy Angra would send a weapon request on the behalf of someone without ever being held hostage. But no matter how I looked at the wordings and the overall content of the letter, it's unmistakable none other than that brat.
"So, who the hell are you?"
The hooded entity ignored the hostility of the blacksmith. Instead, she kept appraising her surroundings as her eyes glanced around nonchalantly.
"That is fast. I thought that I would be uncovered much later considering that it took your son a while to notice."
"So you're not only after me." The blacksmith let out a growl. Bluish fragments began to form from his whole body, hurriedly accumulating into a couple of spears in the air.
The shadowed entity took a piece of brilliantly colorful sword with uncovered tang. "I'm quite curious. Care to tell me how you notice that early."
"I can hear it." The blacksmith tried his best to get as much information about his son and Angravada before he fired his spears. For now, those floating weapons were only for show. "You passed the mineral flower garden without watering them."
For that reason, he tried to haggle and form a diplomacy with words.
"Watering the garden? I do notice that Angravada tends to that to any flower garden she saw, but don't you think that there will be a moment where she forgot and was too tired after all of that hike to your haven? Carrying the will of her friend and all that."
"I know her parents damn well, she will never let any flower garden in her sight left unwatered, even if it was someone else's garden or even the aftermath of a rainstorm." Maintaining his judging gaze, he slowly raised his chin. "She cares not of the flowers, but the will of her unbelievable parents."
"That is, quite the backstory she has." The ray of light from one of the higher wall windows landed on her neck and jaw, revealing the genuine dumbfounded smile after hearing that piece of Angravada's story. "But for me to be found out by not watering every flower garden I see is quite lame."
"You know, there is a filled watering can right by the side of the flower garden. It's left in such a state intentionally to make sure that it was the real Angra that comes."
"What kind of paranoid person would do that to such an extent…"
"You're seeing that person right now."
"Regardless…" She put the sword to where it belonged, before fully facing her body to the cautious blacksmith on the edge of the forgery. With every step forward, her face complexion became even more profound, walking as she swayed left and right like a pseudo-drunkard. Her body began to get bigger with every step. "You can rest easy about your son and that little rodent…
"What you need to care about is your own very life, which shall have its fate depending on the answer that I asked the very moment I entered this building."
As the fabric of the small clothing was stretched and ripped, her body grew up to two meters tall. The childish trait of her complexion had been replaced by a fit and mature body. A hint of black scales could be seen on some of her exposed skin.
The small hood was withdrawn as it was stretched by a pair of protruding horns, revealing a curly neck-length silver hair along with an angry complexion with golden layered concentric pupils. Her big grin was also revealed, consisting of sharp shark-like teeth that could grind anything down the hatch.
While her gaze looked fiery as she donned her cocky frown, her eyebrows reduced the intensity due to it being a pair of silver dots near her forehead.
She then reached out her hand that was covered by armor-plate-like dark scales with sharp triangular exhausts at the end, which produced an illustrious ink-like floating residue.
"Where is my sword, Du'llvajra?"
"I'll tell you about it after I know more about my son."
"Just how cautious are you to prepare for that…? Needless, I know that you will prepare a trick or two, so I've already prepared an answer for that.
"Your son got into his own demise due to his overbearing obsession with the Untethered One. He wasn't dead yet, but I can make sure that he will be meeting with his mother in the afterlife if you don't comply.
"As for the rodent brat, she is having a fun picnic in the Tivra Forest. Although, the meat enthusiasts of the forest didn't really like her loud existence as much as the flower does."
"... Your sword is not complete. I didn't finish it." Du'llvajra felt quite defeated after finding out that his adversary had gone this deep into his family circumstances. "I planned to complete it after I've confirmed that it was the real Angra who sent that letter three weeks ago."
"Very well, then complete it as you may! Or, do I need to remind you even further on how hopeless your attempt at trying to find out any loophole in this predicament."
Du'llvajra lowered his head as he softly leaned to the wooden back of his chair. Along with his broken pride, his spears dispersed into nothing as it was scared by the echo of the footsteps of the beast that it was meant to target.
Though, the back heel of his left shoe began to light in dim blue. A thin line began to crawl from it, slowly growing in the plain sight.