Swordsmith Osafune Nagamitsu

But at the same time, a strange sense of immorality and pleasure surged up Otto's spine to his head.

Worshiping Lord God as a father figure and wanting to become Lord God's wife... shouldn't be contradictory, right?

Otto felt as if his mouth was drooling.

... The pleasure of eating the forbidden fruit, as described in the Bible, is nothing more than this, isn't it?

However... however, these things really can't be rushed.

As for the Imaginary Archive... that guy probably has no good intentions.

I might be able to get information from her, but I absolutely cannot trust that guy.

And that breast augmentation surgery that sounds so tempting... It's so unreliable, how could I possibly need something like that to tempt the Lord God?

I must never blaspheme the Lord God... I must rely on myself to make the Lord God want me to be their wife.

Yes, that's it...

The next day.

Good morning, Otto.

"Good morning, Your Lord God."

As Otto got up and dressed, he greeted Liu Bai.

"Is everything settled with Uncle Francis?"

"It's over. Your father returned around 3 a. m., but he didn't come to your place. It seems Francis didn't mention anything about you."

"But I feel like I can't hide it for too long."

Otto sighed.

"You can find out by asking around. Although Kaslana commands the Valkyrie Force, it doesn't mean that everyone in the Valkyrie Force is Kaslana's person."

"But there probably aren't many members of the Apocalypse Family."

"There haven't been many since Bianka died in battle, but my mother's adopted daughter and her family, the Schariac, still have some influence..."

Otto was getting a headache talking about this.

When she used to pretend to be weak and timid and stay in her studio, she never paid attention to these messy things at home.

As a result, after thinking about it for a while, I suddenly felt a headache.

Otto simply gave up on thinking about it; if they really came knocking, he could just keep playing the coward.

Anyway, she's the legitimate daughter, not an illegitimate one, so her family won't really do anything to her.

"Don't worry, even if you're exposed, your dad will only praise you."

Although Nicholas had other ideas about his two allies, he did not want them to suddenly collapse.

Slow and gradual erosion is the best option, after all, there is still the Citadel Council outside, which is eyeing the power of the three major families.

If any of the three major families collapses, the council will inevitably take advantage of the situation.

"Ha..."

His own father...

Otto was extremely reluctant to use that word.

The so-called parents and brothers in this family were just familiar strangers to her.

In the past fourteen years, she has never felt much warmth at home; all that remains is the gratitude for being born and raised.

After all, the fact that she, who is frail and sickly, has survived to this day is largely thanks to her wealthy family background, and Otto would never forget this kindness.

"Speaking of which, Uncle Francis mentioned yesterday that he was an expert in weapons manufacturing..." Otto stopped thinking about those unpleasant things.

"Interested?" Liu Bai asked.

"Well, a little bit, and I feel that staying in this house is already somewhat inconvenient."

This statement was made with the utmost sincerity. Based on what Otto is currently learning, although he is learning more than just weapons, his home is no longer sufficient for Otto to verify the facts of what he has learned.

"Anyway, it's not like I'm becoming your apprentice, so I think it wouldn't hurt to get to know you."

"Then let's go out."

Liu Bai was actually quite interested in this as well.

So the two of them went out together to Kaslana's house.

"Good morning, Kallen, Uncle Francis."

After informing the servants, Otto entered the bedroom and greeted the father and daughter who were eating.

How is your injury?

"Things have settled down," Francis said casually. "But I probably won't be going to the battlefield anymore... By the way, Otto, did you have breakfast? How about something to eat?"

"Um... thank you."

Otto thanked her while glancing sideways at Kallen, who was struggling to swallow her food and didn't have time to greet him.

Some of these things really do seem to be family heirlooms...

"But if you can't go to the battlefield..."

"Kallen will succeed me in my position—not now, of course."

"?"

Kallen had just swallowed her food, looked puzzled.

"Hoo... Huh? Me?"

Francis's position is, of course, the captain of the Valkyrie Force. Although there are not many Valkyrie now, it does not prevent it from becoming the strongest military organization in the entire Schicksal.

"This is the mission of the Kaslana family."

It should be called authority, right... Otto thought to himself.

However, their own bishop and the saint of Schariac were not much better off.

Otto didn't want to dwell on the matter.

"Ahem... Uncle Francis, I've come here to learn about that person you mentioned yesterday who is just as skilled in weapons manufacturing as I am."

"Her... I'll write you a letter, you can go find her yourself."

Chapter 246 The Swordsmith: Osafune Nagamitsu

"Otto, want some?"

Kallen, who had been dismissed by Francis, tore off half of the bread in her hand and gave it to Otto, as was her custom.

"No, I'm not hungry." Otto said, sounding like he was used to it.

(Kaslana... she does seem a bit dim-witted.) The Imaginary Archive commented in Otto's mind. (Your friend is clearly a pureblood.)

"..."

Otto was speechless for a moment after hearing Imaginary Archive's words—what does pureblood mean?

What breed of pet do you think Kaslana is?

No, rather, why is it that the Kaslana family's reputation for intelligence has become so tarnished that even someone like you who spends every day in jail knows about it?

(The Kaslana family's ancestor was one of that old guy's students...)

"Imaginary Archive" sensed Otto's confusion and quipped.

(That guy is a genuine super-old monster who has lived for at least 50,000 years... Do you really think he's just trying to scare me?)

"..."

This news is really explosive.

(But in reality, most of you... or rather, most of you who are detached from worldly affairs, are related to that old man, some more closely than others.)

Although Imaginary Archive is in jail every day and was last released two thousand years ago, it doesn't mean she lacks common sense.

It's no secret that those few "protectors" left behind by the Previous Era were all fellow disciples.

(However, in terms of relationships, Kaslana is indeed the person closest to that old man... so I'm quite puzzled as to why that old man chose you in particular?)

Although Imaginary Archive complained that Kallen wasn't very bright, according to the characteristics of the Kaslana family, the less bright one is, the purer their bloodline is, and the higher their combat power is.

Liu Bai himself is not lacking in brains. If Imaginary Archive were to choose, he would definitely choose Kallen.

After what happened yesterday, Imaginary Archive realized that Otto, despite his seemingly innocent and naive appearance, was actually able to manipulate her mindset.

If I hadn't spoken frankly back then, I might not have been able to sway this fourteen-year-old girl... Although she was still immature, her temperament was already beginning to show.

Tsk, why does this girl seem so suited for palace intrigue... political struggles?

"This must be the place Uncle Francis was talking about..."

Otto stopped in a small alley and looked up at the building in front of him.

"This is..."

Otto was slightly confused. The building in front of her was quite dilapidated, and the materials used... to put it bluntly, it looked a bit like her small studio.

It was just a small shed that had been set up haphazardly.

But on the other hand, Otto also felt that the architectural style of this little shed... was... questionable.

The word might not be quite right to describe the shed, but Otto did feel that the shed was somewhat out of place with the buildings she usually saw.

It doesn't resemble the architectural style of Vienna.

"The style from the Far East," Liu Bai said softly from the side.

This, however, aroused Otto's curiosity.

Far East?

This is a name that rarely appears even in storybooks; it's said to be located a little further east than the so-called Shenzhou.

How did this style end up here?

"There's a clanging and banging sound inside," Kallen, also a little curious. "It sounds like a blacksmith's shop."

Upon hearing this, Otto stepped closer, and sure enough, even before opening the door, Otto felt the air was somewhat stuffy.

Is he really a blacksmith?

So the so-called expertise in weapon making... really is just such a simple expertise?

Heaven have mercy, with her small frame, what common ground could she possibly have with a blacksmith?

She can only play with small hammers for nailing nails; a forging hammer... that would probably kill her!

Thinking of this, Otto immediately wanted to turn around and leave.

However, the sound of hammering inside the door stopped the next moment, and the door burst open with a bang, sending a wave of heat rushing out and almost knocking Otto over.

"A customer? Finally, a customer?"

Before Otto could react to the heatwave, he felt as if his hand was being clamped by iron clamps and pulled straight in.

However, to her surprise... the other person's voice sounded like a young girl?

"Wow... Is this a blacksmith shop?" Kallen, who had followed, curiously looked around the small shed.

To be honest, she had never been to a blacksmith's shop before—after all, there was no good food there.

"What would you two ladies like? A decorative knight's sword? Or a small dagger for self-defense? Buy two, get one free—but if you want it inlaid with gemstones, you'll have to take them yourselves."

Otto, having caught his breath, looked up at the person in front of him who was still advertising.

—A girl dressed in exotic clothing, with long black hair, who looks to be around twenty years old.

If it weren't for the fact that the other person was still holding a large iron hammer in her other hand and sweat was dripping from her forehead, Otto really wouldn't have been able to associate this foreign girl with the word "blacksmith."

"So, ladies, what would you like to buy?"

The black-haired girl put down the hammer, a fawning expression on her face.