It had been some time but Rick couldn't stop pacing. He could also not keep the complains out of his mouth.
"That kind of weapon… from a C-grade base? No, seriously, what kind of potion did you use during the forging?"
He asked, eyes sharp with barely contained excitement.
Fenrir sighed, wiping sweat off his brow as he leaned against the lab wall.
"That wasn't the result of a potion."
Rick blinked, thrown off.
"What do you mean? You're saying the sword's power came just from your forging?"
"Yes. I didn't enhance it with anything unusual. I just made it by hand using the forge. That was pure craftsmanship."
Fenrir said.
Rick stared at him, dumbfounded.
"No way. A weapon with an A-tier status effect from a basic C-grade build… You're telling me it was just you?"
"I've been trying to tell you. It's why I can't mass-produce them. It takes time. Every step is meticulous. It's not something I can whip up in a couple of hours."
Fenrir said, voice dry.
