Chapter 178 - The Production of Magical Artifacts

Azriel’s jaw dropped. “Oh my. So, you can make all of them, Rhema?”

“No, it’s hard for someone like me to re-create all the relics from that era. Such magical artifacts are generally made with layers of different spells, and you need a blueprint to make them,” he explained.

“There is something you can’t do?” she asked.

What he said was more surprising than the stories about amazing magical artifacts. Rhema flinched and explained, “It’s not that I can’t do it; it’s that it’s difficult. It takes quite a lot of time and effort to recreate them without a blueprint.” It somehow felt similar to when he lost to her in the game of chess. Even before Azriel said something, he quickly added, “Besides, I never needed such things. That’s why I didn’t learn it in depth.”

Rhema seemed to be speaking at twice his usual speed. Holding herself back from bursting into laughter, Azriel barely nodded. “I see. I understand, Rhema.”

“…Is there any ancient magical artifact you want? I will make one for you,” he said, crossing his arms.

Azriel thought he was a little cute. In an effort not to smile, she looked in the direction where Brownie was idly hanging on the railing on the terrace and looked back at Rhema. “Umm, I am very curious about the magical artifact that lets you see another’s memories.”

“Okay. You’ll be able to see it soon,” he said.

Azriel had an urge to ask how long it would take but held back. Barely managing to hide a smile, she asked another question. “Rhema, can I make such magical artifacts if I practice?

“Of course. You can even create a completely new magical artifact,” he replied.

“A new magical artifact…?” she said.

“The one equipped with the function you want.”

“Wow,” Azriel exclaimed.

It was intriguing. Azriel’s eyes sparkled “Then, can you make a bag that has no weight no matter how many things you put in it?”

“If you want to engrave a spell on leather or cloth, very elaborate mana control is required, and they don’t tend to last long. Stones, and even more so jewels, are the most efficient,” he explained.

“Are you saying it’s impossible?” Azriel asked.

“It’ll be possible if we make a decoration that can be attached to the bag as a magical artifact and set the range of magic to only affect the inside of the bag. We need the spell to invoke magic at all times, and…” Murmuring as he calculated something in his head, Rhema suddenly looked back at Azriel. He chuckled in a low voice. “I can feel your eyes, Azriel. Do you want to make it?”

“Yes!” she shouted.

“It will be very complicated and bothersome work. If you need such a bag, I can make one for you,” he suggested.

“No, that’s fine. I want to make it myself,” she said.

“By yourself?” he asked.

“Yes. The process of making it will be the most fun part,” she replied.

“…”

“Teach me, Rhema. What should I begin practicing first?” Azriel enthusiastically asked, putting her weight on the table and leaning over toward him. Rhema looked at her mesmerizingly. Going over the spells he had murmured earlier alone, Azriel lifted her head as the silence continued for some time. “Rhema? What’s wrong? Is it too hard for me to make?”

“No,” he said, covering his mouth.

She tilted her head. “Then what?”

“I’m happy,” he said. “And you are so…” As he trailed off, he groaned and took a deep breath before turning around. “Wait here for a moment, Azriel. I will bring the things we need for your training.”

“Okay. But why are you happy, Rhema?” Azriel asked.

Rhema left the terrace without answering her.