"Miracle! This is a miracle!"

Before Sylvie could speak, the old blacksmith beside him was already shouting excitedly. He grabbed the Black Magic Steel from the forge, his eyes gleaming, and murmured in a trembling voice:

"Such perfect quality... completely and evenly fused! How did you manage this?"

The old blacksmith looked up, searching for Nina, but found that she had already hidden behind My Lord.