The hero defeated another walker, a true accomplishment, especially from the point of view of the warriors defending the wall. There were reports about the hero killing some during the rescue in the valley, but this kill, done in front of them, was a true foolproof.

Using a large cloth and the snowboard, they dragged the body of the walker. It took 4 pulling and another 2 pushing.

They laid the corpse on the ground, and Percival confirmed that it was a walker. It would be put to good use. “But where are its tails?” he asked.

“Oh, Simon took 4 of them while we don’t know where the others are… you see, he broke his weapon,” Raphael answered nonchalantly, pointing out Simon's sword that was embedded in the walker's mouth.

“So that’s the mouth… gruesome” the Mayor commented.

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The Black Hood was with Simon and they just made it inside the northern wall. Although the Black Hood usually posts as a mage, he has this small side class called Mage Craft.

Paramour personally endorsed him to Simon. The two found an empty room with a table inside it, it’s the room of one of the adventurers but since the resting place is farther back from the ancient wall, it was empty. The 4 tail blades were laid on a stone table.

Simon’s idea of turning the blade of the walker into a weapon was noble. His first idea was to use the whole tail and its blade like a rope dart. He had seen that type of weapon before and fought against it. The problem was the tail was all sliced up. So he was hoping for this idea to work.

“This is possible… give me a moment,” The Black Hood said as he started rummaging through his things.

On dungeon dives, the ability to create weapons or potions out of an enemy's spoils lengthens the party’s ability to stay in the dungeon, improving efficiency. From the Magic Academy, he was one of the best; he even had the certificate to prove it. He finally took out a pouch from his bag; it was called magic lime. It is a powder that came from dungeon slime or was sometimes made out of mosses from the dungeon.

Filling up the magic lime with magic, it started forming into whatever shape the Black Hood commanded, colored green.

“This is a better magic lime… this will last you a while. Please remove the skin parts,” following the request from the Black Hood, Simon removed the skin that was still on the blade.

“Try to smooth out the parts too,” the Black Hood suggested as he watched Simon remove the skins. Using Simon’s wind blade, he started shaving the bony parts.

“I like your idea… it would also be better if you make the pieces fit together,” the Black Hood commented again. Simon arranged the 4 blades on the stone table. He started cutting some of its parts, making the bone part easily rest on the shaped tip of the blade.

Some of the forest folk who were supposedly delivering some supplies up the wall started watching the two of them.

“Hmm… I think this is okay,” Simon said. The Black Hood started controlling the magic lime carefully, casting the blades together.

“This is a big long sword,” the Black Hood said as he put some magic lime between the bone and carved blades. He carefully twisted and fit the magic slime into the possible gaps between the monster's blades. When he was satisfied he retracted his hands and looked at Simon.

“Do note that after I use heating magic, it will be in a molded state and it can’t be removed anymore,” Black Hood warned. Simon nodded; it was looking like a sword now.

“Finishing touches now… Molden Flame,” the slime started glowing a bit redder as it grew hot. The green color started to fade, and a bit of burnt lime scent came out.

Simon tried to touch it but got a bit burnt as he pulled his hand away as a reflex. “Just wait for a few minutes… I wonder though, isn’t it really hard to use?” the Black Hood asked after a second look.

“Not that much… I’ve used monster weapons for a bit of time; it's just getting used to it,” Simon said.

The Black Hood totally didn’t understand how the monster weapons worked. He looked at the wind blade Simon used to carve the walker’s blades. During the battle, he saw how many times the walker deflected the wind blade and the water blade.

But just earlier, he used the wind blade to cut the walker’s tail blade.

The water blade, the wind blade, and the walker’s blade. He started to wonder which one was better.

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(Additional Info)

Water Blade: Crafted from the fins of a monstrous fish dwelling in the dark forest, this blade, when infused with magic, enables the manipulation of water magic.

Wind Blade: Fashioned from the talons of an avian creature native to the same dark forest, this blade grants control over wind magic.

Walker’s Blade: A uniquely crafted blade formed from the hard casting of magic lime, boasting superior quality compared to standard blades.

Magic Lime (Similar to Duct Tape): A prized resource in mage crafting, magic lime is harvested from dungeon slimes or their nests. Its versatility knows almost no bounds, making it a staple for adventurers and craftsmen alike, often among the first quests undertaken in dungeons, and a vital resource for survival in the wild.

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“I'm going to try it now.” After a few minutes, Simon picked up the walker's blade, and the Black Hood watched, eager to see what kind of power lay within the blade. It started glowing faintly red, and the Black Hood instantly recognized the telltale sign of Simon activating the magic edge.

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The blade was a bit longer than most of the swords currently in Simon’s room. “… It's only the magic edge?” the Black Hood inquired, expecting some additional magical properties, but Simon's response surprised him.

“Watch this…” Simon smiled and slashed in one direction, leaving behind two streaks of red slashes.

“What was that?” the Black Hood queried.

“I can swing it faster, and… when in magic edge mode, it can execute four different slashes,” Simon explained, demonstrating a spinning slash that created four horizontal slashes around him.

“... Can I try it?” the Black Hood asked.

Simon handed him the walker blade, and it felt noticeably heavier. The Black Hood activated the magic edge and attempted the same slash, but nothing happened.

“Simon… you're a strange kid…” he remarked, puzzled as to why he couldn't wield the blade in the same manner as Simon.

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The siege continued late into the night with the same 6-hour shifts. The hero party was well-rested. As midnight approached, the shift changed. Hot meals were being prepared by the forest folk, including meat dishes. Some northerners had to teach the forest folk how to cook meat, as they were not accustomed to it.

The Mayor and Gallo would change shifts on a 6 on 6 off basis. (Gallo is 6-12 while the Mayor is 12-6) It was Gallo’s watch that time and he was planning ahead. But he was missing too much information that he was now staring blankly at the horizon. A message finally arrived from an elm bird, indicating that backup would be arriving in a few days from Elford. Percival was thrilled to see the names of those who were coming to aid the northern wall.

However, there was still no reply to the princess's message. Gallo wasn't expecting much, given the distance to the northern wall. He had no idea how they would transport an army on such short notice.

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Vish was now traveling north, leading the first wave of backup. She rode a horse, and it would take just a few days to reach their destination. There were currently 30 of them riding through the Marcian Lands.

They carried supplies to be shared with the northern wall. As they passed by, Vish noticed some familiar figures wearing fur coats they were going out of the Dark Forest to her surprise – she was sure they were northerners. She stopped to ask about the situation.

“The wall is under attack right now… it's the largest attack that's happened there!” the villager acting as the representative said, a woman with four children.

It had been a long time since Vish had heard anything from home. That was bad news. Vish knew how difficult it was to seek help from the unwilling nobles in the central.

“Oh, Lady Vish, do you know them?!” It was Peron on his horse, following Vish northward.

“Yes… I can’t believe that a Wiseman would go to the north to help,” Vish suddenly started being sarcastic, but she was just curious. There was no ill intent behind it; rather, it was a compliment for him.

Peron, the businessman that he was, smiled. “Well, some debts must be repaid. Money is nothing… On that note, I didn’t know that my family’s name is famous in the eastern frontier?” Peron inquired.

“Of course, the Wisemans are the most ambitious nobles there are. There are rumors that you guys want to overthrow the whole empire with your business schemes… and that your patriarch is a womanizer!!!" It was the longest sentence Vish had ever told Peron.

“...Well, we were trained to be like that… A bit of the womanizer part too!” Peron took the insults with noble composure, but Vish glared at him. “I'll keep my eye on you, Wiseman. I'll knock you down a peg if I feel anything off about you,” It was a total threat. Peron gulped as his words backfired on him.

“Sorry, Lady Vish, I'm just trying to be friendly, you know,” Peron scratched his head.

“...It's not working!” Vish said this, but she was smiling.

“Let's continue north!!!” Vish suddenly commanded the small troop she was leading.

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Simon was still awake. There were no cannon firings, only screeches and the sounds of warriors battling it out. He was waving his new sword; it was heavier than before but it actually felt much better. He activated the magic edge, and it felt much easier.

He started reviewing the things he had gained from the journey from the island, the Dark Forest, Elford’s Castle, to the walls… he had grown. Though the fights had become organic to him, there were still things that stuck with him.

That move he used to beat the monster fish underwater. If he could recreate the same conditions in the water, then he could execute the counterattack again, but it seemed impossible. He was underwater in the first place, and there was no substance around him… but what about air?

As Simon was about to have a breakthrough with his ideas, he heard some familiar footsteps.

Suddenly, Gallo entered his room, looking exhausted. The red-haired boy didn't even bother to knock, not that Simon never cared about it.

“Simon… I actually have oh!? Is that your new weapon? That looks cool!!!” Gallo and Simon admired the newly formed blade.

It was one of the few times the two showed child-like excitement. Simon happily waved his sword while Gallo clapped his hands. He gave the sword to Gallo for him to try and swing it, but it was heavy... “Well, I actually have a job for you,” Gallo broke in…

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“So you want me to scout out…” Simon answered. Ever since the monster siege started, there has been no more information coming from the walls outside. The scouts like Andy were now warriors defending the walls.

“Sorry… I didn’t mean to risk you, but you are the only one who can run away from walkers…” Gallo listened to Percival's unofficial report.

“I’ll do it, don’t worry about it. But what about if a walker attacks the wall?” Simon asked.

“According to your story and the heroes, I have come up with a plan. Do not worry about it. I’ve received another trump card earlier. You may come and go anytime you want… take this, tear the red paper if it is an emergency. It will help us locate you, but it will release a magical signature. Enemies might trace you for it… And for the white one, write on it first, then tear if you want to communicate… The black one will tear itself if you die,” Gallo explained.

Gallo looked away, then remembered something. It was in his pocket; he still had three pieces of these bottles.

“This too… This thing will blind them permanently. It's a strong perfume,” Gallo said as he gave one bottle to Simon.

“I see. I understand…” There were three pieces of red and ten pieces of white, and a single black one, Simon accounted for it. “I’ll be going in the morning,” Simon said.

This was called Magic Paper of Lutra. It is an explorer device. The three colored pieces of paper needed to be torn, and the other part was given to the one you wanted to communicate with.

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The siege continued the next morning, with mist starting to settle in. Using the long spears and harnesses of Gallo’s device, the warriors effectively defended the wall. Though some spikes would reach the top, they were immediately surrounded and dealt with.

The six-hour shifts were proving to be effective.

“We are opening the gates… ready, kid?” the warrior on gate duty asked Simon. He only nodded. Carrying the same bag he used when traveling alone in the Black Forest, he now had three extra swords he obtained from other soldiers, along with an iron pike and three more weapons he had handcrafted.

The Black Hood was waiting for him and gave him some special provisions. “This comes from the Church of Light. Drink one, and it will restore your stamina. You won’t even feel hungry for a day,” he said, handing over four bottles of stamina potion.

The warrior on gate duty nodded at the Black Hood, who nodded back respectfully.

“BANGG!!!” the cannon fired.

“OPEN NOW!!!” came a scream from Gallo, who was currently commanding the wall from the top. His shift would end in just an hour, and Percival would take over from 6 to 12. Gallo now would be always on call.

The gate opened, the path clear with cannon fire, though there were still some survivors. Simon dashed out. In a few moments, he heard the gate closing behind him, and two spikes that survived the cannons approached him. With two swings, he dispatched them both. The gate was quickly closed.

“Can’t imagine how he will be when he grows up…” the warrior who opened the gate mused.