A full month had passed since the dragon family visited our little ho, and only now did the last of the preparations finally settle into place.
I stood in our bedroom with the morning light spilling across the wooden floor, staring at the neatly arranged equipnt Len had been working on for days. The scent of leather, treated fur, and tal still lingered in the air. It felt strange, almost unreal, that the journey we kept talking about was no longer a plan but sothing we were about to do.
"So, you said it was made from the fur of Red Wolves, right?"
"Yes."
I let out a small breath and ran my fingers along the material, feeling how soft it was and how stubbornly tough the underlayer seed to be. Nostalgia hit hard enough to make my chest tighten.
"It sounds nostalgic. At that ti, Aza and I thought we would die."
Back when I was still a slave, even two wolves had been enough to push to the edge. I could still rember the snap of jaws, the stink of wet fur, the way my legs trembled as I tried to move while my body scread at to collapse. If Len had not appeared then, I would have been nothing but bones in the dirt.
And yet, she did appear.
She had filled every role my broken life needed. Teacher when I was ignorant. Friend when I was lonely. Mother and sister when I did not even know how to ask for warmth without feeling ashad. Three years had passed since that day, and sowhere along the line, she had beco the person I reached for without thinking.
Now she was my lover, and I still sotis caught myself staring at her like I was afraid she would vanish if I blinked.
As if she guessed my thoughts, Len said,
"People in my previous world called it a thread of fate."
"Thread of fate?"
"Yes. No matter the distance or the ti, if soone is truly ant for you, you will find each other again. It is similar to us. Despite four hundred years and different worlds, we have been reunited. That is proof that you are my chosen one. A thread of fate brought us together again."
She smiled gently as she spoke, and the softness on her face made my heart flutter in a way that still felt unfair.
"I see. A thread of fate, huh. Un, I like it."
When I started trying to put the equipnt on, reality returned with a small struggle. I had worn armor before, but not like this. This was not borrowed gear thrown at a slave. This was sothing made with care, fitted with patience, and honestly, it made nervous to touch it wrong.
I fumbled with the straps, and Len stepped behind with a quiet laugh.
"Hold still."
Her fingers worked calmly at my shoulders, tugging and tightening and smoothing. Every touch was practiced, but still warm. I could feel her breath close to my neck as she adjusted the fit, and it made my ears heat up.
The pauldrons settled first, heavy and solid. The fire drake scales shimred like dark crimson glass, and the sharp fangs set along the edges caught the light like pale knives. It looked dangerous. It looked proud.
Then ca the armor itself, red wolf fur layered and shaped into sothing that looked refined rather than wild. The crimson color was deep and rich, and the patterning across the chest felt almost ceremonial, like I was wearing a story that Len had stitched into being.
The leggings followed, snug but flexible, and I could imdiately tell they were designed so I could move without feeling trapped. Fire drake scales lined the seams, not just for decoration, but like reinforcent placed exactly where it mattered.
The cloak draped over my shoulders last, warm and luxurious, the weight of it settling like a promise. The fur brushed my neck, and the trimd scales along the edges gave it a quiet, protective bite. Gloves and boots completed the set, mixing fur and scales so naturally that it looked like the two materials had always belonged together.
When Len finally stepped back, I faced the mirror and was stunned.
The person looking back at did not look like soone who used to be a slave.
He looked like soone who belonged in this world.
"How does it feel? Do you like it?"
Len asked from behind .
I shifted my shoulders and flexed my hands, half expecting sothing to pinch or scrape. Instead, everything moved with like it had learned my body.
"It is truly fantasy equipnt. I love it so much. Thank you, Len. I love you."
"Fufu. I am glad you love it."
My excitent pushed into action before I could overthink it. I focused, summoned the familiar sensation of my skill, and used appraisal on each piece.
Flastrider Pauldrons
Crafted from the gleaming scales of fire drakes, the Flastrider Pauldrons exude an aura of strength and resilience. Adorned with sharp fangs protruding from their edges, they offer formidable protection for the wearer's shoulders while channeling the fiery essence of their origins.
Effect:
500 Strength
500 Fire Resistance
-500 Water Resistance
Flastrider Set Effect:
2000 Strength
1000 Agility
1500 Dexterity
2000 Magic Resistance
5000 Fire Resistance
Slightly increase the control of aura and mana associated with fire elents
Flastrider Armor
Fashioned from the supple fur of red wolves and reinforced with interlocking scales of fire drakes, the Flastrider Armor combines comfort with durability. Providing both protection and mobility, it is a testant to the wearer's fearlessness and strength in the face of adversity.
Effect:
1000 Strength
2000 Fire Resistance
-3000 Water Resistance
Flastrider Set Effect:
2000 Strength
1000 Agility
1500 Dexterity
2000 Magic Resistance
5000 Fire Resistance
Slightly increase the control of aura and mana associated with fire elents
Flastrider Leggings
Made from sturdy red wolf fur and embellished with scales along the seams, the Flastrider Leggings offer both protection and agility. Designed for ease of movent, they provide additional defense for the lower body without compromising on style or functionality.
Effect:
1000 Strength
2000 Fire Resistance
-3000 Water Resistance
Flastrider Set Effect:
2000 Strength
1000 Agility
1500 Dexterity
2000 Magic Resistance
5000 Fire Resistance
Slightly increase the control of aura and mana associated with fire elents
Flastrider Cloak
Crafted from luxurious red wolf fur and lined with fire drake scales along the edges, the Flastrider Cloak envelops the wearer in warmth and protection. As the cloak billows gently in the wind, it exudes an air of mystery and power, a symbol of the wearer's resilience and strength.
Effect:
500 Strength
1000 Fire Resistance
-1000 Water Resistance
Flastrider Set Effect:
2000 Strength
1000 Agility
1500 Dexterity
2000 Magic Resistance
5000 Fire Resistance
Slightly increase the control of aura and mana associated with fire elents
Flastrider Handwraps
Designed for dexterity and grip, the Flastrider Handwraps combine the supple texture of red wolf fur with the protective qualities of fire drake scales. Offering both comfort and functionality, they allow for precise movents and weapon handling in combat.
Effect:
500 Dexterity
Flastrider Set Effect:
2000 Strength
1000 Agility
1500 Dexterity
2000 Magic Resistance
5000 Fire Resistance
Slightly increase the control of aura and mana associated with fire elents
Flastrider Boots
Crafted from a combination of red wolf fur and fire drake scales, the Flastrider Boots provide stability and traction on various terrains. Designed for both style and practicality, they offer the wearer confidence and security with every step.
Effect:
500 Agility
Flastrider Set Effect:
2000 Strength
1000 Agility
1500 Dexterity
2000 Magic Resistance
5000 Fire Resistance
Slightly increase the control of aura and mana associated with fire elents
I blinked at the numbers, then blinked again like that would make them calr.
"Wow. Leaving aside the minus water resistance, their effects and set effects are truly amazing."
All together, the set gave five thousand strength, two thousand dexterity, and fifteen hundred agility. My magic resistance and ntal resistance rose by two thousand, and my fire resistance shot up by ten thousand five hundred.
Then there was the price.
My water resistance sank by seven thousand five hundred.
Elent resistance covered both the magical and ntal side, but only for that specific elent. With this gear on, my resistance to fire beca absurdly high, backed by my general resistances too. But water was another story. My magic resistance for water was pitifully low, and my ntal resistance for water was basically nothing.
It was terrifying and exhilarating at the sa ti.
"If dwarves crafted it, the effects could be magnified five to tenfold, you know?"
"Really?"
"Yes. These are fire drake scales and fangs. Fire drakes are A-rank monsters, so it would not be strange for dwarves to make equipnt with ridiculous performance from those materials. If dwarves saw this, they would probably say it is a waste of good materials."
She chuckled like the idea amused her, while I stared at the armor like it might start arguing with her.
"But my affection for it lies not in its effects, but in the fact that you crafted it, sweetheart."
Len raised an eyebrow, eyes glittering with teasing confidence.
"Look at how smooth you are talking. I wonder how many won’s hearts you could capture with those words."
Only yours matters.
I kept that thought to myself, but the grin probably gave away.
"How about your equipnt, Len?"
"My equipnt was made by dwarves. In total, it provides about forty thousand strength, twenty thousand agility, fifteen thousand dexterity, and thirty thousand magic resistance and ntal resistance."
I swallowed.
That was insane. It was not even in the sa world as mine.
"... Does that make you have the power of an S rank adventurer during your pri?"
"Tehee~"
"Haa… With such crazy equipnt, I feel stupid for worrying about you."
Len only smiled, like she enjoyed both my concern and my surrender.
Then my gaze shifted to the sword waiting beside the rest of the gear, and the excitent returned imdiately.
It was a one handed, double edged blade forged from fire drake scales and fangs, dark crimson like the armor, but with a sharper, more dangerous beauty. Intricate carvings ran along the hilt and part of the blade, scenes of fire and fury caught in tal. Even the scabbard looked like it belonged to the sa tale, decorated to match.
I appraised it too.
Fladawn Blade
The Fladawn Blade glows with the fierce intensity of a rising sun, its fiery aura pulsating with untad power. Crafted from the fangs and scales of a fire drake, this blade is a symbol of unstoppable fury and unyielding resolve. With each swing, it leaves trails of scorching heat in its wake, striking fear into the hearts of its adversaries and lighting up the darkness with its radiant glow.
Effect:
5000 Magic Power
Slightly increase the control of aura and mana associated with fire elents
Fladawn Sheath
The Fladawn Sheath is a testant to both elegance and strength, crafted from the finest materials to protect the formidable Fladawn Blade. Adorned with intricate patterns reminiscent of dancing flas, it exudes an air of mystique and power. Lined with enchanted runes to ward off any unwanted intrusions, it ensures the safety of the blade within while also serving as a striking accessory for its bearer.
Even the scabbard felt like it had been treated with care, though the true star was the blade itself. Five thousand magic power was not a small number, and the additional control over fire aura and mana made my mind imdiately jump to what it ant for both hellfire and heavenfire.
"Fladawn Blade. I love the na."
"Naturally. Though I may be bad at naming people, naming items is my forte."
She sounded so proud of herself that I almost laughed again.
I tested a few practice swings in the air, careful not to destroy our furniture.
Pom! Pii!
Len’s ears perked, and her lips curled into a pleased smile.
"Oh? Fufu. Thank you."
"What is the matter?"
"Luna and Noir ntioned they also liked the nas I gave them."
Her tone was light, but I could tell it ant sothing to her. Those two were not just voices. They were people living inside her, companions tied to her soul.
"I see. That is good then."
Together, we laughed, the sound filling the room like warmth, like ho.
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