“Big sister, I’ll help you become the greatest weapon this world has ever known.” The little girl smiled up at Alysia.

“B-big sister!” Alysia grew flustered.

The little girl was sitting on Alysia’s lap while he father worked the forge. It had a feeling of familiarity between the two. This was likely how she had spent many nights before she had been lured into the dungeon and had her world destroyed. This was the alleged dungeon master and the person who had been trying to destroy us for the last few days. We had been in a bloody fight to the death with her not two hours prior.

Yet, now, that little girl sat in Alysia’s lap and even called her big sister. The conflict that Alysia used to have seemed to be disappearing. She had lived her life despising dungeons and destroying them at any cost. Now, a dungeon was about to help us, and the same beings she had once thought were evil turned out to be so normal.

“It’s too bad my assistant’s soul wasn’t sucked in here.” The man sighed.

“You need help?” I asked, standing up and walking into the forge with just a bit of familiarity.

“Sorry, no offense, unless you have a blacksmith job, you should stay out of the forge.” The man held up his hand.

“No offense taken.” I chuckled, setting my job to Apprentice Blacksmith. “I’m an Apprentice Blacksmith. Oh… level 7? I must have gone up when I put my sigil on Alysia.”

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I had naturally used the job during that time, but I had passed out shortly after finishing the job. Besides, I was in far too much pain to notice some announcement appearing in front of me.

“You’re an Apprentice Blacksmith?” The man cried out.

This was loud enough to be heard by Alysia and the little girl.

“Deek is an Apprentice Blacksmith?” Alysia repeated out loud. “I thought you were a White Mage with True Dungeon Diver.”

“I-I am…” I laughed awkwardly.

“I think I recall you mentioning Dark Priest.”

“Don’t forget Dungeon Master.” The little girl piped up.

Well, technically I was a Dungeon Builder.

“You’re also a Hero, right?” Alysia frowned. “and a Slave Master. Deek, just how many jobs do you have?”

“Haha… Let’s not get into that right now.” I redirected the conversation. “I can help you with the blacksmithing.”

“Well, level 7 is better than nothing, I guess.” He muttered and then nodded to an apron.

I grabbed it and then took over the forge. After getting the fire up to the temperature he wanted, I began to work swiftly and quickly. It wasn’t as smooth as it had been with Garnet. In her case, we were bound together and I could read her wants and needs. However, I did a good enough job since I was supplementing with my Cook ability, which offered me excellent fire control and temperature gauging.

“Not bad,” he said after watching me work for a while. “Since you will be the one to wield her, then being part of her creation is ideal, I think.”

He quickly loosened up and began to trust me with larger tasks. I fell into the work, not entirely sure how long we did so. He hammered, and I fetched him supplies and kept the forges hot. Time passed, and before we knew it, there was a finished blade. It looked much like the blade she had originally appeared as. However, the metal had a slight red tinge to it, and it somehow was more imposing than before.

“Time for step two.”