Dispute

Scratching his head, Tiramisu finally worked up the courage to ask, “Who taught you to forge?”

“A human here, a few days ago.” Mountainsea continued to wave her hammer.

“But is this thing still lafite?”

“Of course not.”

“Then what is it?”

“I don’t know.” A drop of sweat dripped down onto the red metal below, immediately evaporating.

“The blacksmiths here are ordinary, they couldn’t teach you to make this thing.”

“Hmm? I don’t know, I just didn’t want to sleep anymore.” The girl wiped her forehead, the sweat falling onto the steel once more.

“You see that sweat?” the Medium Rare head whispered, “That’s what’s doing this. The steel is absorbing her power.”

Tiramisu nodded at the analysis, watching as Mountainsea picked up another lafite ingot and started fusing it with what she was already working...