Chapter 387 - Dagger with a Foreign Origin

The fancies, it isn't the hardest to define this concept. It is easy to determine that the topic here is when one human likes the other in that way, but what would you say if I told you that Osira is being fancied by a fellow? Not hard to believe, in terms of attraction Osira has it all.

Now this Zamerian boy or best called man, is 21 years old so there obviously is a 3 year gap since Osira is 18, regardless in these times it wouldn't really be seen as a problem since Osira is mature.

Explaining it a bit more, this man has developed a fancy for Osira ever since she started lending a hand in the Forge, let's just say that her pure intend to help here and furthermore learn, has become more attractive than her features. However, he is attracted a bit by her features as well.

But Osira isn't quite aware that he has developed the fancies for her, and neither would she care really, she is here to pick up knowledge.

This man, approached and with the little Ignite language he knew, he tried to talk to her. "Ehhh, do Dagger? They nice."

It is easy to see that he is getting nervous, and therefore he cut in Osira's words right before she was about to reply. "I'm Eyil Denver, I Blacksmith."

"Yes I can see that." Osira answered, avoiding to giggle although she really wanted too. Her aim here is to portray a hard wall to smash, if this boy wants to talk more he has to put in a lot more effort which can be more difficult due to the different languages.

"Hehe, I make Dagger." Afterwards he pulled out an Iron Dagger, it is about 25 cm long with its handle included. A further feature, includes a green cloth or best called stream stretching a foot long.

He handed it to Osira, she grabbed it gently avoiding to touch fingers, knowing that men often use handing items to touch a lady's hand. She twirled the Dagger on her hand and wasn't really impressed, she has a special enchanted Sword named "Diversity" which far out matches a Dagger. But furthermore she has used Daggers for years and is quite sick of them.

"Your skill with a Hammer is good I'll give you that, but why would you give it to me? Would your Head Blacksmith allow you to use up the Iron for a non profitable intend?" Here Osira spoke like a businesswoman, mostly because she wants to mess with this guy.

"No, I ask. He said yes." Eyil explained, and took a step back once instantly noticing that she appreciates it when personal space is given.

"Good, but tell me what this Green cloth is for? Is it merged between the Handle?" The craft here is interesting, the Dagger's handle is unique. It is entirely made of wood, and it has no nails to keep everything together. Meaning this boy figured out a way how to slot two handle pieces in to place and put the stream in between to the point where one could grab it and spin the Dagger too without it flying off.

"Zamerian trick, all Blacksmiths know." Eyil became happy that Osira seemed to at least remotely like this Dagger and his joy was easy to show thanks to the high pitch in his tone.

This Dagger is unique, but she also understands the concept behind it. Here in Ignis and perhaps in less fortunate Zamerian villages too, giving someone anything that isn't food signifies a good gesture, it shows a little bit of sacrifice for the sake of connecting with someone. Although not completely sure, she knows that this Dagger wasn't gifted for nothing.

But the most important question here is, would Osira consider taking a road along with him. In terms of men, she goes by one thought. "If I can trust him enough to sleep in the same camp, I can trust him with anything."

The thought here perhaps a bit dirty but it explains the fundamentals. When a human is asleep, he or she is more Vulnerable than ever. But for a woman, although death less common, s.e.x.u.a.l assault is rather often. So if Osira can trust this man to that extend, she can take a road along with him.

This man is gorgeous, and by his tone it is easy to determine that he is sweet, he respects personal space and from the couple of minutes here he seems to know when to step back. To make it a bit more interesting in terms of physical attraction, he can be considered muscly although his body shape medium. His work in Blacksmithery inevitably has given him a beautiful form.

"Smart." Osira continued the conversation, after a lot of thoughts running through her mind. Now she brought up a question, "Why did you give me this though? You already have a lot of work in your plate."

"I feel giving, you work hard. I respect." Eyil is clearly beating around the bush here, not wanting to admit anything. But is is rather clear what the intend is here.

Now the topic is, would Osira drop her feelings about another specific person and move on with this pal? It is rather hard to get over it, Eric is actually the first guy she liked and when she found out that Ada is possibly his future wife, it is fair to say that she met the definition of a heartbroken girl.

Eric isn't a boy who would leave Ada even after a big fight, not to mention for any pale reason, he isn't exactly a guy like that. And Ada, well she would avoid leaving him at double the amount.

Furthermore, even if this little power couple actually broke up, it would be a tremendous low blow if Osira wrapped around Eric after. She and Ada are practically best friends and have bonded at an extend that Osira did not expect. Dating his man after would be a bad idea and unfriendly.

So, she walked a step closer towards him and with her right hand she touched his face, stroked his cheek for a blink and afterwards squeezed his cheek for just a little. Feeling gratitude with a simple, "Thank you."

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Now she has to move on to training, so after giving Eyil Denver a little greet she was quick to head towards training without an aim of being late. Here she has attained a chance to train with a 313 year old Grand Master of Fire Controlling, and it will quite meet with her calling. Becoming a better Fire Manipulator will inevitably make her a better Grand Leader one day.

Starting off the training with a little joke, to lift up the mood around this cold snow, away from the Kingdom. He said with his tone cracking and eyes wide, "I'm sorry for dragging you out here but I've burned enough roofs myself training."

It sure brought a few giggles in the midst of the four other Fire Controllers, even though his little joke here might not be based on actual facts. Mogranius noticed the little lie though, it was commonly used before by Mentors to make the Fire Controllers more comfortable.

He noticed the lie but kept quiet and allowed the Mentor here to proceed with his wisdom. "We will be doing an exercise here that Eric is quite aware off, although he hated it. It is a method that I have discovered myself, this move will strengthen your Fire Shield, tame your Inner Demon and in some terms help you progress with your powers so one day you can reach another level."

"You don't mean..." Eric found the nerve to ask, already not being a fan of this idea.

"Yes, we will be focusing our rage on our Fire Shields!" King Michael spoke, with a smirk across his face.

Continuing, since his students old and young are listening. "This move is heavily based on Sentiment, as all of you know we all have an Inner Demon to deal with although one of you has won against it. Knowing that Rage feeds the Inner Demon and can push a Fire Controller to the point of being insane, we all know that it isn't the best idea to put more rage in any move."

Dilli spoke, obviously not shy at all to add something. "Trust me rage does not pay off well, I can squash enemies but I had a headache for years, possibly because of the mind Control but still."

"Exactly, rage isn't a good idea." King Michael got back his word, and explained his concept after. "But with the Fire Shield it is quite inverted, the more Rage you put in a Fire Shield the better. And since the rage doesn't really end up towards an offensive but instead a defensive attempt, the Inner Demon ends up being tamed for the better." The concept a bit complex, but at least King Michael understands it.