“Kuaaaaak!”0

“W-What is this...!”0

A man whose face was covered in sweat and dust. The black-haired man was a blacksmith. There was no awkwardness to his movements as he hammered on the spear. He looked just like an ordinary blacksmith. But how could he wield Rebecca’s divine weapon and manifest magic from it?0

‘What in the world is this blacksmith?’0

'Surely a Rebecca paladin isn’t disguised as a blacksmith? He’s been polishing his blacksmith skills for years just for this day?’0

Using common sense, it didn’t make sense that the weakened Isabel didn’t return to the Vatican. Was it possible for her to be left alone when she knew that the Yatan Church was after her?0

‘Wait. Does it make sense that a paladin is trained in blacksmithing skills?’ 0

‘No, have you forgotten how cunning the Rebecca bastards are? It’s certainly possible! We’ve fallen into the vicious trap that this angelic female has dug!’0

‘T-That’s right!’0

Bon and Adus were indignant. They healed their wounded bodies with black magic and stared at Isabel and the blacksmith.0

"Yes, just like the Rebecca dogs. Placing a trap to lure people...0