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The first six months passed smoothly and harmoniously. In an effort to avoid drawing too much attention, Sol gradually applied for LV2 titles for his heroes. Applying too many titles at once would undoubtedly attract the guild's scrutiny.
The most important thing was that the gods' meetings would take too long, and Sol didn't want to spend unnecessary time with those gods who were best left fooled for as little time as possible.
Since most of his heroes already had titles, Sol didn't have to spend much time worrying about them. His Familia was powerful enough that he didn't need to concern himself with titles, unlike Hestia, for example.
Any gods who dared to thwart him would soon find Riveria visiting other Familia's houses as a guest. Sol could easily acquire any title he desired without much resistance.
Meanwhile, Ziggs' explosives had quickly gained popularity in Orario, becoming an essential item for middle and low-level adventurers. Though the profit margin per bomb wasn't astronomical, the fact that they were consumables, and produced in large quantities, made them a staple.
The shop on the ground floor of the Tower of Babel soon transformed into Ziggs' bomb store. Encouraged by the success, Ziggs began developing several other types of bombs. Each new release exploded in Orario, earning the Sol Familia a considerable amount of wealth.
Ziggs had become well-known as the "Blasting Ghost" of Orario.
While Corki and Rumble also made progress in their own fields, most of their creations were for personal use, as they didn't produce them on a large scale. Sol didn't intend to sell such things either. With Orario's exclusive bomb business, the Familia was already financially secure.
Meanwhile, in Heimerdinger's workshop, the results of his scientific research had piled up into a mountain of resources. Aside from internal use within the Familia, these developments were kept strictly under wraps.
It was a peaceful day when Poppy's excited shouts shattered the tranquility.
"Congratulations, you've got upgr—"
Before Sol could finish, the lounge door was abruptly slammed open. It was Poppy, and it was rare for her to break in without knocking. Veronica, who had been lying on the bed and renewing her favor, was so startled that she almost drew her sword to slash at her.
Luckily, Sol had been sitting on her and his weight kept her from moving as she instinctively got up.
Seeing Poppy's apologetic expression, Sol forgave her with a smile. Poppy was normally calm and composed, so there had to be something urgent for her to behave this way.
Generally, matters within the Familia were handled directly by Riveria, and Sol didn't need to get involved.
Veronica, covering her chest with a towel, sat up after Sol left her body.
"Sorry, Veronica. I'm just so excited…" Poppy bowed her head politely, apologizing.
"I'm fine," Veronica replied with a smile. "But you should have something important to tell Sol-sama if you've come to see him."
"Oh, that's right! Sol-sama, I have something important to report. Please look at this," Poppy exclaimed, remembering her purpose. She quickly pulled out something from behind her back.
It was a sharp silver longsword, its blade gleaming with a chilling aura. There was a strange energy pulsing within it.
Veronica, who had been sitting on the bed, widened her eyes in surprise. A trace of longing flashed in her gaze as she looked at the sword.
"Is this… Doran's blade?" he asked, his voice filled with awe.
[Tl/n: The Doran blade is a game item. ]
Sol raised his eyebrows, surprised. He took the sword from Poppy's hands, inspecting it carefully. Though he was the god of creation for Valoran, this was the first time he had seen these weapons in person.
But it seemed to be the real deal.
"That's right," Poppy confirmed, a proud gleam in her eyes. "It's the Doran blade. I spent a lot of effort making this."
Sol smiled. Poppy's Iron Ambassador skill could indeed craft Valoran's weapons. After giving her time to work, Sol finally saw the results of her efforts. Despite being the most basic Doran series, it was a good start. At least it proved that Poppy's skill was viable—a great success for the Familia.
After a moment of hesitation, Sol noticed Veronica's gaze fixed on the sword. He handed it to her, noting that Valoran's weapons added special attributes. It would be interesting to see how this sword performed compared to the usual equipment of Orario adventurers. Veronica, being a swordsman, was the perfect person to test it.
"Try it out and see how it compares to your current equipment," Sol suggested.
With Sol's approval, Veronica eagerly took the Doran Blade. She caressed its blade with nostalgia before looking around the room, searching for something to test it on.
Soon enough, Veronica found her target. Without waiting for Sol's consent, she dashed off the bed and, with remarkable speed, aimed for a vase on the table in the lounge. She swung the sword down, slicing it cleanly in half.
The vase shattered, and Veronica immediately confirmed the sword's sharpness. She had felt almost no resistance when cutting through it.
However, this didn't demonstrate the full potential of Doran's blade. Even a normal sword could cut through something like that.
Finding other targets in the lounge proved challenging, as most of the valuable items were too precious to destroy. But then Veronica's eyes lit up with excitement.
Sol followed her gaze and saw the door Poppy had just knocked open. The door, weakened by the sudden impact, was already trembling, but with a little repair, it could be salvaged.
"Don't—" Sol began, but before he could finish, Veronica had already zipped over to the door.
With a single, swift swing, she cleaved through it. The door split perfectly in half, as if measured by a ruler.
"My door!" Sol thought, watching helplessly as the door was destroyed. 'Why did you have to ruin it like this?'
"This sword is really sharp!" Veronica marveled, completely ignoring Sol's dismayed expression. She looked at the Doran Blade in her hand, satisfied, and nodded to herself.
Sol sighed in resignation. This wasn't the first time the lounge door had been destroyed, but this time, it would cost a lot more to replace.