Ravenna had packed up her beach chair, poking Arata on the shoulders, “Hey, Arata, I’m gonna change clothes around the corner of that rock real quick.”

  “Out here? Really? Why can’t we just go back to the cabin?” Arata’s jaw drops in shock, glancing over to Morgan.

  Ravenna points out, “It doesn’t really matter, you’re the only one who can see me- wait, shouldn’t you not talk to the air in front of Morgan?”

  I didn’t even think of that- I’ll just say I talk to myself. Would they really believe that after I told them from another world? Arata glances over to Morgan who somehow expresses what looks like sympathy despite being unable to see through their helmet.

  Ravenna shouts out, “If it makes you feel any better, I think you’re a bit crazy too. You keep hallucinating rabbits.”

  Even my hallucinations think I’m hallucinating… Are you kidding me? Arata suddenly grits his teeth a little, squeezing his palm slightly, which Morgan notes.

  “You must be going insane being away from home for potentially forever, I feel for you, even if it’s a bit strange for you to talk to the air.” Morgan chuckles a little but corrects themselves as not to seem rude.

  Arata’s face flushes a little before asking, “Morgan, if the demons want to wipe out everyone in the city… what will you do?”

  “It’s simple… we fight, this town can’t be defended if someone like Beelzebub arrives again. The only way out of a dire situation like this is through. Arata, Beelzebub can’t touch you, right? We might need your strength. I’ll train you well but you need a new sword that fits you.”

  Morgan grabs Arata’s arm, dragging the boy back down into town. They move with haste; clearly, they know their way around. Swords? I’d probably have trouble finding one that fits me- I need a second opinion but how do I signal to Ravenna?

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  As the angel floats behind the two, Ravenna looks at Arata. He didn’t even need to bother; she already knew this would happen. She gives it a little thought before stating, “I’d have to see the shop.”

  Arriving into the shop, a decrepit old man sits on the front counter, his hair gray and his spine is completely ravaged by scoliosis. He takes a sip straight from a wine bottle, “Hey Sir Morgan, who’s the youngster with ya?”

  Morgan glances over at Arata before telling him, “My new squire, Arata, he’s a pretty talented fire mage… I came here to buy him a piece.”

  The man sighs, tossing his bottle into the corner of the room, the glass shatters before he groans, “The boy picks his own! I decide who gets to use my swords, remember? If he makes a shitty selection, TOO. BAD. SO. SAD. He doesn’t get one.”

  Strange process, I guess a good blacksmith should have pride in their pieces- must be of pretty good quality if he can afford to turn down customers if he doesn’t like their taste. Although it is strange.

  Arata watches Ravenna make her way over to a familiar-feeling blade. Morgan and the man’s eyes both widen. “You recognized it?! When I bought the blade from you, I pawned it off, considering it was so badly chipped.” Morgan comments.

  “You recognize good quality steel boy. I have a feeling I’ll like ya, go on, I’ll give you it at the same price you bought it off of Morgan for. However, I feel like I’m getting the short end of the stick. This shit ain’t cheap to repair and far too precious to leave it as scrap.” The blacksmith laughs, humored by Arata’s choice.

  Strange coincidence, this blade was made for the Deicida’s prison guards… it had been my weapon of choice when I first came to this world but I guess it kinda makes sense. Though it’s impressive, it could be repaired like this.

  Meanwhile, Ravenna looks very smug, knowing Arata can’t claim any of the credit; her ego is through the roof. “Look at me Arata, I have good taste in steel. Maybe I should take your place?”

  Arata watches Morgan reach for their wallet, paying out of pocket for Arata’s new sword. The knight chuckles, “Well, you’ll make me a return investment so no complaints here. You might be a prodigy!”

  Yeah no, with how underpowered I feel in this world, being a prodigy seemingly isn't enough. Arata stops his negative thoughts for a second, he just got a new sword and knows what he is doing next. Life was good, right?