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I drew the blade once more, holding it upright in front of me for a closer look. It was a stunning, silvery-white sword. The double-edged blade measured about 70 cm, just the right length for me. The blade’s width was around 7-8 cm, simple in design but with an Aurora inscription etched along its belly.

“Never grasp a blade without purpose, Never swing it without honor, huh.”
“I see, it’s just as he said. I shouldn’t judge the book by its cover. That’s Howard’s motto, or so I’ve heard.”

Marsh then pulled out the other sword and held it up for me to see.

“There’s an inscription on this one too. It says ‘My oath to my daughter.’ These are Howard’s feelings. Please use them well.”

Marsh explained as he handed me the second sword.

“I will… Thank you!”

After Miss Sonia, Sir Howard too had called me his daughter… This was truly a low blow. My chest couldn’t help but tighten. I clutched the two sheathed swords tightly to my chest.

“I’m sorry girly, did you get too emotional? Take a moment to rest. Calm down a bit and then we’ll finish what you came here for.”

Closing my eyes, I focused on my breathing, allowing only the warmth of Papa Howard’s words to remain in my heart and steady my emotions.

“I’m sorry… I’m all right now. What will we do?”

Marsh watched me with an impressed expression, clearly noting how quickly I regained my composure.

“It’s nothing difficult. All you have to do is channel your Mana into the swords. You’ve channeled Mana into weapons before, right?”
“Yes. How much should I channel?”
“What? Well as much as you can of course.”
“Okay. I’m starting.”

I wasn’t sure how much Mana the swords could hold, so I decided to put in a small amount first to see how they would react.

At first, I felt some resistance when I began channeling. But soon, that resistance gradually faded, as if it was a tube that was expanding.

I only channeled a bit at a time so it took me a bit longer. After about a minute of steadily pouring in Mana, the swords felt almost full.

In terms of offensive power, these swords seemed to be around mid-grade Zero Ranks. They were about the same quality as Sir Howard’s longsword. However, when it came to their magic power, the swords were around upper grade Zero Ranks. If anything, these swords seemed more like magic weapons than standard ones.

“W-W-W-What in the?!”

Marsh’s eyes widened in shock.

“S-S-Stay like that! Can you hold it like that?!”
“Huh? Yes, I can.”

Marsh hurried behind the counter, grabbed some tools from a shelf, and quickly returned.

“Stay like that for a bit longer.”

He attached something to the pommel of the sword I was holding and began adjusting some kind of tool.

“This is amazing! It exceeded the device’s Mana measuring capacity. I had no idea these swords could hold so much Mana!”

After this, Marsh took the swords from me and said, “Wait here for a while, I’m going to Mana Burn them right away!”

With that, he hurriedly disappeared into the workshop.

“Sorry about that. I’ll pour you some tea.” Marybell said as she stepped out from behind the counter. “I could tell how amazing it was even from here. I’ve never seen a sword that can hold so much Mana.”

Marybell sat across from me on the reception couch, separated from the counter, and explained as we sipped tea.

The swords apparently had Mithril Silver woven into them, allowing them to retain Mana more easily. However, maintaining durability when using mithril alloy required great skill, and the exact technique remained a well-kept secret.

Being dwarves, both of them had immediately noticed the swords brimming with Mana. Just as any skilled blacksmith could assess the condition of iron by its burnt color, any dwarf specializing in forging Mana-infused weapons possessed the ability to see the flow of Mana within them.

What Marsh was doing now was called Mana Burning. This process fixed the user’s Mana into the sword, allowing the mithril to memorize their unique Mana signature. As a result, the user could wield the weapon more efficiently when casting magic.

It was said that raw mithril when woven into a weapon, had to be infused with Mana before undergoing the Mana Burn process. But that too was apparently a secret!

It seemed that the Mana I had just infused had filled up the swords far more than Marsh had expected.

“They looked like they were about to overflow at any moment,” Marybell said with a laugh.

That was why Marsh had rushed off to the workshop with the swords.

I honestly felt a bit guilty about the whole thing. I bowed but Marybell stopped me with a smile and said, “Don’t worry so much. Everything’s fine!”

As we talked, Marsh returned from the back of the workshop.

“Can you channel Mana into them again?”

I took both swords, unsheathed them, and gripped them lightly, letting them hang at my sides. Then, I began channeling Mana into both blades. This time, the Mana flowed in smoothly, without any of the resistance I had felt before. It even felt like I could channel more Mana now. At this rate, the swords might just reach a Magic Power value comparable to Lower Grade D Rank weapons.

“This Mana capacity… How did I end up creating something of such high quality?!!!”

Marsh stared at me, looking more exasperated than anyone else in the room.
Sweat trickled down my forehead. I had the urge to try injecting Chi into the swords… but I figured this wasn’t the right place for that experiment.

Afterward, I put on the sword belt along the two swords. After adjusting the length of the belt, I simply snapped the buckle into place, making it easy to put on and remove.

An O-ring was attached to the back at the waist, from which four belts extended in an X shape. The top two belts wrapped around my waist, while the bottom two held sword holsters designed to secure the swords in their scabbards. The positioning and orientation of the holsters were quite flexible, making them easy to use.

With the sword belt on, I drew the swords, gave them a few swings, and then slid them back into the scabbards several times to get a feel for them.

(Okay! These feel good!!!)

“I wonder about hanging and swinging the swords around your waist with that flouncy skirt of yours. Isn’t it a bit too much?”
“What?”

Marsh’s comment took me by surprise.

(Is he saying I look improper?! Is he?!!!)

“Good grief, dad! You’re too stubborn! That mismatch is what makes it cool! You’re a very cute young lady!”

(Thank goodness!)

Marybell’s high praise reassured me.

“Really?” Marsh said, still feeling unconvinced, but Marsh and I just exchanged glances while chuckling.

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