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Smith and Wesen: A Modern Blacksmith's Magical Reincarnation

"You're just a Nenner! A glorified blacksmith! You can't possibly stand up against a Zahler's elemental power!" "As if that'll stop me! A Zahler might have the elements under their control, but that won't matter if I have a Seigel-riddled weapon for every occasion!" ⬛⬛⬛ Wesen... the innate power within that allows a person to manipulate the world around them. While it sounded straightforward enough, Rouge still has a lot to learn if he wanted to harness it for his own benefit. Thankfully, being a standard guy with blacksmithing as a hobby had given him a headstart in the new pseudo-medieval world that he now found himself in. In fact, blacksmithing in general is an integral part of his new life and the Wesen-filled wonders that entailed it. It was a good thing too, especially since it would be the one ticket he had to get out of the servitude of the Empire that insisted on grinding him under its heel. With his newfound power of rune-like Seigels at his disposal, Rouge will take the Matheman Empire by storm as he builds his rebellion into a force to be reckoned with. He will ensure that his fellow Nenners will be free from the Empire's oppressive practises, and he sure as hell will do it if it was the last thing he did. Well, that, and he refused to live in a backwater medieval world for longer than he could manage it. His modern sensibilities demanded proper technology, and he was sure that even his half-complete understanding of modern science will give him the edge he needs to take on a literal continent-spanning Empire. ⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛ UPDATES: Daily 19:00 JST Twitter: @ChellyArks
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"I never knew you were such a cowardly man," she began, her tone sharp and biting, her chin raised in defiance. "Too weak to break the news to me yourself. How pathetic." "It isn't like that," Ezekiel protested, stepping closer. "I have my reasons." "Reasons?" she snapped, pulling her hands away as he tried to hold them. Her glare hardened, a look of disgust flashing across her face. "My lady," he began, his voice thick with longing as his green eyes searched hers for any trace of understanding. Tentatively, he lifted a hand toward her face, only to let it fall back to his side. "I thought you, of all people, would understand me. Hear me out. This is what is expected of me—what I must do to secure my title. I—" "How is that any of my concern?" she interrupted, her voice like a whip, cold and unforgiving. "Do you expect me to be swayed by your empty words? Your honeyed excuses? I won't be moved by this pathetic display." "Can you just listen to me?" he snapped, his voice hardening in frustration. "Listen to what?" she shot back, venom dripping from her tone. "Your pathetic moaning and excuses? You've made a mockery of me, Ezekiel. You humiliated me—used me as nothing more than a bauble to decorate your arm before discarding me like trash. You are pathetic." "Eris," he growled, his once affectionate green eyes now shadowed with an eerie red. "I am still Duke Loxley, and I will not tolerate this tone from you. Know your place." She flinched at the harshness of his words but held her ground. "Sienna is a necessity," he continued, stepping closer to her. "I have to marry her to secure my title, but my affection—my care—it remains with you. I love you, Eris." The confession hung heavily in the air, but she did not falter. Instead, she took a deliberate step back, curtsying with practiced grace. "Apologies, Your Grace," she said, her voice detached and cold. "This mere human seems to have forgotten her place and overstepped. I will ensure it never happens again." "Eris..." He reached for her, desperation seeping into his voice, but she pulled away, her movements deliberate and precise. "Please excuse me. I will be taking my leave," she said, turning on her heel and walking away without a second glance.
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