Davey leaned back in the chair in his office in Heins Territory.  He was lost in thought, thinking about the words Emperor Sullivan had told him. He normally would’ve dismissed what he had said, but his words had intrigued him and kept lingering in his mind. 0

“Surtr’s Labyrinth? Never heard of such a thing…”0

“Your Highness, shall I bring you a snack?” a beastfolk maid asked, her voice cheerful.0

“Hmm, sure. Dealer’s choice,” Davey replied.0

The maid grinned widely, pleased, and tried to get going. But he stopped her in her tracks and asked, “By the way, where’s Evangeline?”0

“She took her sword to the training grounds. She seemed so happy that we couldn’t help but smile too.”0

It seemed Evangeline was thrilled with her new sword. He understood her excitement, considering it was the first time she’d been given a sword. 0

Swords that were gifted were usually custom-made. The blade was forged predominantly from mithril, rather than being simply plated with it. On top of this, it had also been further enhanced with metal alloys renowned for working well with mana. 0

Such craftsmanship required exceptional skill; even Davey had only found the faintest hammer marks on it, showing how meticulously it had been forged.0

Although it fell far short of mastering techniques that utilized the flow, that was only true for his approach. When compared to Surtr's method, it could still be considered quite decent.0

Of course, that didn’t mean the craftsman who forged the mithril sword was on par with Surtr. Gaps were evident in the basics of handling, processing, and various supplementary knowledge regarding the blade.0

“Still… it’ll do,” Davey murmur...0