Forging

After holding back for half a year, Bell finally couldn't hold back any longer.

The main reason was that his research into creating magical alloys infused with N'Zoth materials had finally produced results.

So, lately, Bell had pulled out all the stops and finally managed to "persuade" Hermione into covering for him. Because of that, Bell had been feeling sore around the waist these past few days. It really hadn't been easy...

"Bell, is this really Mount Vesuvius?"

Looking at the snow all around them, Hermione suspected that Bell was fooling her again.

As far as she knew, Mount Vesuvius in southern Italy was only a little over 1,200 meters tall, hardly very high. It was already April, and Italy's average temperature was around twenty degrees Celsius. Logically speaking, even at Mount Vesuvius's summit, it shouldn't have been this cold.

"Of course it's Mount Vesuvius. When have I ever lied to you?"

Faced with his girlfriend's distrust, Bell felt deeply wounded.

He had clearly never lied. At most, his view of certain matters might differ slightly from other people's. Take this time, for instance—he had come out under the pretense of going on a date with Hermione. There was nothing wrong with that, was there? He really was on a date with Hermione, just the two of them. The only thing was that their chosen date spot was a little more deserted than usual.

Therefore, Bell could proudly beat his chest and declare that his title of "Honest and Reliable Young Man" was well deserved!

"Hmph!"

Hermione couldn't be bothered to argue with someone as outrageous as Bell.

"Then why is it so cold here?"

"You'll find out soon enough."

As usual, Bell was too lazy to explain. He put an arm around Hermione's shoulders and, while admiring her adorable