Walking The Wrong Path

Untitled Part 11

But reality was twisted in another way.

'Goddamn it, how are those things so big? How do they jiggle like that every time she hits with her hammer?' Bell thought with a blush while, subtly staring at her chest. He slapped his cheeks. 'No. Bad Bell. You aren't a pervert. Admire her work, not her... body' he tried to convinced himself. But alas, Bell was also a teenage boy in the middle of his growth period. He couldn't help steal a few glances here and there, but he tried his best to keep his eyes to the metal.

After like half an hour

Rochelle put down her hammer as she wiped her sweat and let her raven black hair flow freely, glistening like a dark Goddess. "thanks for waiting for me to be done, so What can I do for the idiotic level 6 that decided to fight a level 7?" She asked as she turned with her stoic look as always.

"How the hell does everyone already know about it?" Bell asked.

"Well, if the most well-known level 6 decides to fight the strongest adventurer, obviously people will know." She stated the obvious but somehow the look on Bell was just precious. He looked so confused as if trying to say 'I'm popular? why?' She couldn't help but giggle a bit.

"Well this makes things easier, I need a weapon and some armor," he said.

"I know, it's what I am supposed to make for you, I am talking about specifically what you want."

Bell's lips curled as he described the specifics. He knew what he was capable of, he had the money, he would create what he would've wanted as a speed hero. The only one to slay a big boaz, is to have a sword just as big.

Rochelle's eyes widened in shock. "d-do you realise what you're asking for. This will cost you millions, the sheer amount of mithril needed for this is giant. The armor I can do, but the sword can probably only be done by Hephaistos or Goibniu." Rochelle concluded.

"No, that won't do, I am specifically looking for a cursed sword." Rochelle was even more shocked at this.

"Why would you want cursed gear, it doesn't make sense, no one normal would want this type of thing."

( I'm gonna add in a bit of my own concept, Let's say Welf was about to make a breakthrough with cursed blades research and Bell knew a lot about it.)

"Don't worry, I got a way of things. for now though, you need to work with Hephaistos, I'm pretty sure if I beg enough she'll allow it." Bell said confidently.

"y-you're asking me to work with Hephaistos sama. The Goddess of the forge? working with a cursed blacksmith like me? Are you thick in the head?"

"don't worry about the minor details, let me take care of them now let's go." Bell said offering a hand.

"Bell... I don't think this is ri-" she tried to refuse but was cut off as Bell picked her up by the legs. Putting her on her shoulders and carrying her like a pack of cement.

"Bell stop. I had lunch like an hour ago. WAAAaAAAAA" she started screaming as Bell took off to Hephaistos' home.

At the Hephaistos home's front gate

Bell arrived and finally stopped.

"ogugh, I feel like I will throw up." Rochelle said as she covered her mouth. Her face devoid of emotions, well anything but fear of throwing up.

The Guard intercepted.

"What do you want? who are you?" he asked surprisingly unaware of who Bell is.

"Is Hephaistos sama here, I need to talk with her." Bell said calmly. This somehow made the guard laugh.

"Hahaha, you think you can just walk in and talk to Hephaistos sama herself when you feel, go back rookie." The Guard laughed at his slim physique assuming he was weak.