I Reincarnated As A Stick

Chapter 100: Let’s Go Hunt!

While Aurus and Fenrir, including their new companion Charisa, was inside the Tempest Cliff Inheritance, checking out Charisa’s Ally skill…

Within XXXX Continent, Seraph Kingdom, Kelsey’s Smithy, a few days ago.

“With the humans creating an exquisite blade exuding great affinity for Wind, this blade has been blessed by the Lesser God of Wind.” A faint voice could be heard resounding throughout the entirety of Kelsey’s smithy as a ray of light shone down upon Magnus Tempestria, the masterwork Kelsey and Dane have created.

Due to the Lesser God’s superiority in terms of power, his faint voice, which was intentionally soft, became intensified in the ears of the two, signalling an announcement that was loud and clear, enough to shock the two.

A few seconds later, the ray of light shining upon the blade gradually dissipated, yet the mark left by the Lesser God of Wind that blessed the blade was left behind, with the blade’s Wind aura being greatly intensified afterwards as the sign of its blessing.

The two of them could only stand where they were, utterly speechless at the thing that happened just now. After a moment, Dane stifly turned his head around to look at Kelsey, who coincidentally saw Kelsey turn her head around to look at him.

They looked at each other with a deafening silence, only for this silence to be broken from Kelsey’s stammering.

“D-D-Did I just w-w-witness…”

Although Kelsey was the one who broke the silence, she could not finish her sentence, letting Dane stammer as well. “T-The b-blessing of a G-G-God…”

After that, the two of them stayed silent for a bit more, in utter disbelief at the thing that happened.

After all, they were only people that have reached their respective Rank 4 classes, not even close to warranting the attention of Gods that govern their world. They would understand such an occurrence if they were of a Rank 6 class or higher since one would have slight control of the laws of the world, but this…

This was just unbelievable for the both of them.

Thud.

Since she could not tolerate the feeling anymore, Kelsey’s knees that shivered at the utter disbelief of the situation, could only kneel down on the floor with a thud, looking down at the floor for a bit before looking at the ceiling, tears welling up in her eyes.

“Aaaaahhh!!! I can die without regrets now!”

With the feelings in her heart reaching their zenith, these feelings finally burst out of her mouth, screaming in a way that mixed disbelief with intense happiness.

As for Dane, due to his class being part of those who need to have a calm and collected mind at all times, he controlled his urge to kneel down on the ground, instead laughing loudly as he said, “Hahaha! To think that we would elicit the attention of a God! This is…unbelievable!”

After this, they continued to laugh as their emotions started to die down, returning to a normal state a few minutes later.

With their emotions back to normal, Dane looked at Kelsey for a bit before grabbing Magnus Tempestria from the anvil where it lied. “Do you mind if I identify its properties?”

Kelsey, with a smile on her face, shook her head as she replied, “I don’t mind at all, go ahead. Thanks to you, I was able to obtain the attention of a God.”

With a smile on his face, Dane picked Magnus Tempestria up from the hilt and held it up, facing the sunlight radiating from the window. As the sunlight radiated the grooves filled with Wind energy particles, he could not help but say, “What a good blade.”

“3rd Circle. Weapon Appraisal,” Dane muttered as he raised his other hand to face the weapon, creating a complex magic circle in a matter of seconds.

Due to him using the spell multiple times, he was able to reduce the amount of time and syllables needed to cast the spell, into what seemed to be an instant for others as he only needed to utter the name of the spell.

Whoosh!

Not long after, magic runes started to float out of the weapon, arranging themselves in midair according to Dane’s wishes as he did not have any parchment with him. Nonetheless, that did not affect Dane’s reading as he was quite satisfied, even exhilarated at the properties of the weapon.

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[Magnus Tempestria]

Grade: Grand — Blessed

Durability: 1500/1500

A masterwork weapon created by an extremely competent blacksmith and an extremely erudite mage using Spirit Star Steel and Gale Dragon Wood, this weapon allows a normal person to wield the might of an ascended being, even having the hopes of fighting against them evenly.

>Attack +200-325

>Movement Speed +10%

>Attack Speed +25%

>Evasion +25%

>Obtain access to [Wind Dragon’s Four Forms]

>Obtain [Lesser Wind God’s Blessing]

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“Kelsey, thank you very much for helping me craft this weapon.” Removing the runes that floated in midair after reading, Dane turned to look at Kelsey before bowing down with respect. Kelsey, on the other hand, hurriedly stood up from where he was and waved her hands profusely, saying, “Don’t mention it, don’t mention it. It’s just what I do best.”

“Although we did not expect that a god would bless such a weapon, I now have greater hopes in the Ninth Prince’s chances of obtaining the throne.” Dane smiled as he opened up a rift, placing Magnus Tempestria inside said rift before closing it.

“Tell the Ninth Prince that I’m rooting for him.” Kelsey smiled back as she grabbed a piece of metal from a nearby crate before putting it inside the furnace. She then waved her hands, saying, “Go on then. The more proficient the Ninth Prince is with the sword, the better.”

“Hehe.” Dane chuckled. “I won’t disturb any further then.”

And with that, Dane left the smithy, heading towards the Ninth Prince’s palace.

…

A few hours later, within the Seraph Kingdom’s castle.

Dane arrived outside the walls of the castle and was about to head inside, before he was stopped by a group of guards.

“Esteemed Sir, might I ask about your purpose in entering the castle?” Sensing the powerful aura Dane radiated, the guard that asked Dane maintained a polite tone.

“I’m here on orders of the Ninth Prince, His Highness Vanadir,” Dane did not mind the guards blocking him at all, since it assured the royal family’s safety. “I am here to bring a weapon that His Highness had requested to be crafted by the Master Blacksmith, Kelsey.”

Seeing that Dane was collected and felt that there were no lies in his words, the guard who asked Dane gestured the other guards to make his way as he bowed respectfully, saying, “I see, Esteemed Sir. We have just received a message from the Ninth Prince himself about your permission to enter his room, so we shan’t bar you from going in further.”

“Do note though that you are not allowed to head to other areas, save for the Ninth Prince’s room,” the guard added as he looked at Dane with a polite expression.

“Thank you for the reminder,” Dane replied back with a smile and a nod, before walking towards the inside of the castle, hastily heading towards the Ninth Prince’s room.

…

Seraph Kingdom, Ninth Prince’s room.

Knock, knock, knock.

Hearing someone knocking on the door of his room, Vanadir stood up from his chair near the room’s bay window, walking towards the door as he asked, “Who is it?”

“It’s me, Your Highness.” On the other side of the door, an extremely familiar voice to him replied, causing him to unconsciously hasten his steps as he opened the door to reveal Dane with his robes from the Arcana Tower on.

With a smile on his face, Vanadir gestured Dane to enter his room as he said, “Come in, come in.”

…

A few minutes later, Dane and Vanadir sat on chairs that faced each other, with a teapot filled to the brim with the most fragrant tea, alongside teacups, on a table that parted each of them. Vanadir took a sip from his teacup before asking Dane, “So, what brings you here?”

“I’m sure you’ve heard it already from the guards, Your Highness, going so far as to sense my presence.” Dane smiled as he grabbed his teacup, sipping a bit before saying, “Good tea.”

“Hehe.” Vanadir chuckled before extending his arm as he said, “Let me see the weapon you crafted.”

Snap.

With a snap of his fingers, a rift in space appeared just a few centimeters above Vanadir’s extended arm, Magnus Tempestria falling from the rift not long after.

With the prince’s heightened reflexes, he was able to grab Magnus Tempestria from the hilt, instantly feeling the sense of being one with the blade as his class resonated with the sword. His eyes could not help but light up as he said, “Good sword.”

“The name of the sword is Magnus Tempestria, imbued with an original spell I created that was tailored just for you,” Dane said as he looked at Vanadir’s excited expression. “As for the materials used, I’m afraid I was not able to capture that Wind Walnut Branch, instead using Gale Dragon Wood as an alternative.”

Of course, that Wind Walnut Branch referred to Aurus in his B-grade form. Although Dane knew that Aurus became a Spiritas, he was still unable to catch him and use him as a weapon material, leaving him no choice but to use an alternative instead.

“Nonetheless, this is still a great sword, I feel like it was like the gods gave it to me,” Vanadir did not mind Dane’s failure in obtaining the Wind Walnut Branch since the sword was still of excellent quality. “What grade is this sword if you don’t mind me asking?”

“Grand grade,” Dane did not beat around the bush as he answered, which elicited a shocked expression from Vanadir. “G-G-Grand grade? Only eldest brother has ownership of a Grand grade weapon, and it’s not even comparable to the quality of this one!”

Seeing the shocked expression on Vanadir’s face, Dane decided to tell him one more thing about the weapon. “Not only that, Your Highness. This weapon was also…blessed by a God!”

Bang.

As if a firework had exploded in his mind, Vanadir was unable to process Dane’s words for a bit, left in an utter loss for words as he looked at the blade he held with his hand, slightly trembling at the utter disbelief he felt.

A few seconds later, Vanadir’s eyes regained its clarity as he gripped on the hilt of the sword tighter than before. He then stood up from his seat and took a few steps back before saying to Dane, “Let’s go hunt beasts!”

Dane, who was sipping on his tea, could not help but stop midway as he slowly placed his teacup down, asking, “I beg your pardon?”

Clearing his throat, Vanadir repeated his words one more time, with each word slightly louder than the last.

“Let’s…”

“Go…”

“Hunt!”