The blacksmith took his time to decide the necessity for the blade he could prepare which would contain every single requirement Alex asked for.
Meanwhile, Jullie, Alex, and Celestria were sitting outside the forge, sipping tea and chatting casually.
"I heard about your internship and that incident. Are you fine, Alex?" The violet-haired asked with evident concern on her face.
The only woman who trusted him back then was when the world was against him, and provided him the food—she is truly a person Alex can take a bullet for.
"I am doing good, I guess. Not like it was the first time I was met by an unexpected threat."
The older one sighed, "Look at you, being so casual about life-threatening dangers, when in the past even a simple spar was enough for you to prepare a long list of excuses."
Celestria chuckled, "Indeed, even training regularly was quite a burden on him. I remember once I hid his books to drag him out to the field."
