A Gush of fresh cold air sweeps Akatosh as he travers the town. Stopping by at a small bridge, a stone bridge at that. And under the bridge was a small creek where he can hear four or more children were playing.

Eyes are turning left and right observing the surroundings, with few people crossing the bridge he sit-down and starts munching a dried meat, a snack but also to stimulate his mind chewing as he contemplates.

“I need a gun, a modern one.” He implores in a low tone.

In his mind visioning and designing a modern gun is a complicated work but forging a gun by hand is much more challenging. But when the hand holds such weapons or he like to called it the devil’s toy, not only will he boost his survival rate but to go for a rematch with the sea queen. Another thing why, he wants to create such weapon is to feed his curiosity between magic and physic.

Ignoring the passing of time, he brought out his book and carefully he reinspects his past design. And as he inspects the blueprint, his brain immediately releases questions, prediction, problems and such. Unfazed through time, when he closes the book for comfort, he realizes it was near dusk. Still in a stalemate he watches the sunset inducing a vibrant scene not only to the sky but the town. Through his stillness and a blank expression, he didn’t know Chifya was watching him intently just as Akatosh was mesmerize by the beauty of dusk.

Sensing someone after a minute, he inspects his sides to see Chifya holding a large basket full of goods and a full sack.

“Whaa?” Akatosh says, a bit surprise by Chifya.

“Finally snap from your dream?”

“Ah…”

Chifya sigh, “Care to help me carry these goods?”

“Hmm… Fine, but I’ll carry the lighter ones.” He smiles in amusement as he picks the flimsy ones, leaving Chifya the heavier ones. “What?” Akatosh follows after seeing Chifya staring at him in disbelief.

“I can’t believe this lunatic.” Chifya respond turning towards to magic. Unrolling the scroll, she then places the heavier goods atop of the scroll and with a cast of magic the scroll quickly swallowed all the supply.

“Oh, how stupid of me.” Akatosh says using his magic bag but was stopped by Chifya.

“Don’t just casually use your bag in these kinds of place.” A serious tone Chifya says.

“Ah… my bad.”

While trailing towards their friends’ house, Akatosh who was at the back following Chifya, he suddenly thought of an idea. The answer to his trouble was all along in front of him. To achieve his desired weapon, he needed the help of magic and what better way than to go rummage his hoard of stolen items.

Just as he was thinking of escaping the place, his mind was cut off. Three meters apart Akatosh stops his movement when Chifya also stop. When she turns around, Akatosh was captivate by the combination between the color of dusk and Chifya’s beauty. When the air breezes, her silky raven hair flutters like a calm wave at the time of sunset and the one that catches Akatosh eyes was her eyes that changes from lapis to gleaming amethyst.

“Ahh…” Express Akatosh looking through his surroundings before returning towards Chifya. “Is there something I’m missing.” He continues when he saw tears slowly falling from her eyes.

Unable to comprehend what was happening all he could do was break away their contact. Also unbeknownst to her, after thirsty second had passed she suddenly realize she was crying without reason and right in front towards Akatosh. Quickly rubbing her tears, she strolls off leaving her partner stupefied.

“Did I do something wrong?”

Shifting to a different scene, the place where Akatosh sold Chifya’s brooch. The hag whom Akatosh made transaction with was doing a magic spell or so much like a spell ritual one that’s specialized in dispelling certain seal nor barriers.

The room where the magic is taking place is no doubt a ragged site to hold such practice. The walls are constructed with stone bricks, yet the venue was completely brightened by a three levitating crystal humming in unsteady way. And from the center of the crystal was Chifya’s brooch. Taking out a flask that contains a blood-like substance she didn’t hesitate and gulps the entire potion. When swallowed she then waits for a minute to pass, slowly her body morphs into her younger self. Her craggy teeth suddenly changed to that of a younger white tooth. Her wrinkled skin age backwards revealing a smooth and slender body. A cinnamon short hair reaching only to her nape and a glamorous diamond shape face, beautiful but her expression is cold and a poker face.

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Once her transformation is finished, she quickly extends both of her arms and right away the three crystals stop its humming in exchange it produces a green aura. Like water evaporating, the misty green aura funnels towards her. She smiles confidently knowing the spell will succeed, when the energy was gathered it creates a pulsating orb, without a second to waste she then cast it towards Chifya’s brooch followed by another magic. When the first spell was cast the air rips the atmosphere revealing a four layers of circle magic compressing the brooch. However, all was in vain when the brooch releases a shockwave decimating the spells and the crystals.

“Why won’t it work!” Shouts the woman who slowly returns to her versed age. “Unless…” She continues shifting to a different plan.

Following the sudden situation for Chifya, Akatosh didn’t bother nor try to reach Chifya for an explanation for he was too much harrowed in fulfilling his desired devious crafting and the lust of curiosity. After delivering the goods, he didn’t bother to look for Chifya for an explanation. The only thing he approaches was to beg his partner for a teleportation, pleading to return them to their hideout.

A flick of magic returns the travelers to their refuge, for Ashalain who was in the guild together with her party who are busy asserting a plan felt the ring of matrimony lost contact to its other half. Abrupt by the sudden condition still she quickly suppress her emotions. Even Chifya who was changing to another appearance felt the mark on her chest was odd. The resonating feelings she had from Akatosh, suddenly ceased. She once felt this kind of affection before until now this time was different for, she was on her conversion state.

For the man whom they have connected with was on his horde, pulling out every item and neatly organize them. The only problem was, he didn’t have the slightest knowledge of every item he garners from his journey.

“Um… Sir boss… do you have a thing or two about detailing these?” Says Akatosh, calling towards his partner. In return he felt his partner a distasteful feeling not only towards Akatosh but to himself.

“It questions me… Why am I still serving this man’s obligation?” Amaragnum replies, in a discontent tone.

“C’mon grandpa loftiness will only get us into nowhere. What’s the point of stacking all those knowledge and wisdom?”

The stillmage pause for a moment, deciding if he concede to his needs or shut away.

*Sigh* “Finish organizing your pile, if you’re in luck there will be an item that helps identifying your scrap.”

“Okay then…”

When done, and by surprise Amaragnum was able to sort out an item that Akatosh need, three to be exact. A single command let Akatosh quickly pick up the desired thing. At his hand is a peculiar eyeglass, the other two was a scroll, an empty blank scroll.

“So, how do I use these tools.” A fluffy tone Akatosh says.

“There are many varieties of identification tool… The one we have is a high-class one, and what differs between the low-quality are their ability to decipher valuable items. Common tools of identification are able to only render common items but not for valuable items… Ugh why am I explaining,” Amaragnum implores with a tired tone. “Just use the glasses and you’ll find out, as for the scroll just put a single item and it will reveal the knowledge you seek.” He continues and quickly reinstated to his place.

Akatosh did what the stillmage said and as it was, eureka the items that are nameless to his knowledge was appearing to his eyes. When wearing the eyeglass of identification, it changes his sight of perspective the moment his eyes concentrated towards an item and for a flash his brain was stuff with knowledge. Although the glass of identification was indeed an exceptional tool, however it gave a strong impact to his brain exchanging him a strong dose of nausea and headache.

Putting aside he waits for the side effect to diminished, after which Akatosh Shifts to the scrolls. Having no knowledge on how to use such items, he tried to put the items on the scroll.

“Ahh…” Akatosh cry in astonishment.

Once the scroll touches the item, it quickly reveals what it truly is. What differs from the glasses of identification was it’s up to him to absorb the knowledge. Curious for more, he tries to copy the information on the scroll and paste to his ‘book of endless page’. Whilst the scroll is still uncovered, he put it atop of a blank page, true enough his prediction was dead center. The information from the scroll slowly dissolves and slowly it transfers on the blank page.

“Ohh…” Moans Akatosh in euphoria.

Through the time of his quest for knowledge, a curious question swiftly burst into his mind. He remembers the pistol Izura had, the sea queen. He fathoms where did Izura obtain such weapon, inquisitively he debates himself what are the chances how the pistol was made.

“Was there someone before me?” He asks himself, “But if not, was there someone who created for her?” He continues pondering every debate he could produce. “The world is vast, and humans are good at adapting and evolving. Not only humans maybe those dwarfs could show some light.” He smiles and resumes his data collection.

Three days had passed, with a good rest the travelers teleported to Thuram where he might gain the answers, he ponders from the past days.