Arima returned to the elven town and went to see Elia, along with Night.
"Free City, huh?" Arima mumbled. He looked toward Elia, "I assume Niria can easily find me a smithy, right?"
"Yes, of course, but she already left…"
"That's not a problem," Arima interrupted her. He sat on a couch and closed his eyes, "Don't disturb me for a moment. [Revelare caelum et terram], [Index Mundo]."
He cast 'World index'. His spirit and mana spread on the whole continent. Lifa and Elia who were in the same room staggered, and almost lost their balance. The amount of spirit released by Arima was monstrous.
One more time, everyone felt a magnitude of strength they had never seen before scan them. All of those who felt the previous clash between Jorga and Arima were wondering what the hell was going on today.
Especially the elven king, this time he noticed that it came from his own mansion and was shocked. Jorga also felt it, he glanced at the direction of the town and returned to rest soon after, he knew Arima just used a detection magic.
At that moment, the wave of spirit stopped, and Arima opened his eyes. He rubbed his temples a bit, "Found her."
When Elia heard him, she felt extremely incredulous. She then realized that no one on this continent could ever be able to hide from Arima even if they wanted to.
"I'll go immediately, there's a magic I want to test for that." Arima called Night and the latter stood up and came to his side.
"You're going to try that?" He asked and Arima nodded.
"What is it?"
"A displacement magic," Night replied to Lifa in Arima's stead because the latter was already focused on his magic. An azure circle formed at his feet and surrounded both him and Night.
"[Atlantis]." Arima chanted and the circle produced a vortex of azure water which shrouded the two of them. "Later," Arima waved his hand then the circle and the vortex shrank until it disappeared along with him and Night.
At this exact moment, a tall and good-looking elf barged into the room. It was the king, when he saw there was only Elia and Lifa, he panicked a bit, "Elia! Was the human you welcomed, the man who fought with Master Jorga?"
"Father. Yes, it was him."
Although he had already expected it, his eyes narrowed. When he realized such a powerhouse visited his daughters in his own mansion, he felt frustrated, "Where is he now?"
"He went to Free City." Lifa responded calmly. Her father turned toward her, "Why did he clash with Master Jorga?"
Lifa shook her head, "I'm not sure myself, they faced each other for a few minutes and after that, they looked like they were best friends."
The King lowered his head and acquiesced, "I see, if he ever comes back, tell me." He instructed and turned around to leave.
"Father, wait," Elia stopped him before he could.
"What is it?"
"There's something I need to talk with you about, it's something that human brought to the table."
The king frowned, "Say it." and listened to his daughter.
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In a carriage, outside of the forest, Niria was heading to the Free City. She was talking with her guard about the spirit wave they just felt.
"Alex, who do you think was that? That old serpent?"
"No," Alex shook his head.
"Then, who? I don't think anyone else could do-" She stopped because she felt a strange magic fluctuation. She looked outside by the window of the carriage, which was pulled by strange creatures that looked like mapinguaries. She saw an odd azure whirlpool form in the path of her carriage, from inside, Arima and Night walked out.
Niria was still trying to comprehend what just happened but Alex beside her wasn't surprised, "He did it.".
The sudden words of Alex surprised her but she wouldn't dare to say anything to contradict them. After all, he was one of the strongest individuals of the Alliance, the irony is that he decided to be a guard for Niria.
"Hey there," Arima smiled, he was happy to have succeeded on his first try. Of course, that magic was without danger when well controlled but the problem is the destination, which one needs to be familiar with, but his detection magic was enough to compensate for it.
On the other side, Niria felt like she underestimated this human unfairly and she was a bit angry with herself, "Do you have something to ask me?"
"Yeah, it's just a small favor."
"It's fine by me, you can ask what you want as long it's not exaggerated, you can get in to talk while we head to the city."
Arima entered the carriage and sat down next to Alex, while Niria was in front. There wasn't space for Night so the he jumped on the top of the cart and laid down.
"So, what is that favor of yours?"
"I would just want to reserve a smithy in the Free City for a week if possible."
"Smithy? Right, you said you wanted mithril and adamantite from the elves. Does that mean you got them?"
"Yes, so can you do it when we arrive?"
"Yes, it's a small thing, I can do it for you in half an hour after arriving." Niria said and paused, "But I'd want you to do something in return."
"Mh? What?"
"I want you to give me the Pope alive." She grimly responded and Alex sighed.
Arima widened his eyes a bit, it was unexpected, "That shouldn't be a problem, if that's all you want, I can do it."
"Thank you. Then I'll prepare what you want when we arrive."
"Ok, but I'm quite hurried so we'll do it this way." When Arima said that, a magic circle already encompassed the carriage and an azure vortex surrounded it, "[Atlantis]."
"That's..." Niria was curious and observed it through the window. From inside the vortex, even if you looked at the sky, you could only see an azure whirlpool. "That's impressive, is that a teleportation magic?"
"No, it's more like a space distortion. A wormhole. Well, you probably don't know about it so you can think what you want." Arima smiled, "By the way, we arrived."
"What?" Niria was caught off guard. She didn't feel any change in her environment but when the azure wall disappeared, she was shocked to see the City in the distance. Even Alex reacted and his eyes narrowed.
"If it's okay I would like to begin to work soon," Arima uttered to haste them.
"Yes, of course," Niria rushed the mapinguari-like creatures and entered the city. This city was even bigger than the capital of Terses. The streets and the buildings also looked more modern and refined. Maybe because there were a lot of people with different skill sets. On the streets, there were elves, therianthropes, dwarves, pixies, and a few members of the demon race as well.
The carriage passed by in the streets with Night on its roof, which caused a comical situation where people would point at him while laughing or mumbling. Many of them found Night cute though.
When they arrived at the castle of the city, Niria invited Arima in and gave him access to its smithy in no time.
"Thanks," Arima inspected the smithy, with all of its tools, the stove, the anvil and thanked Alex for bringing him here.
"No problem," Alex said shortly and left as fast.
Arima cracked his whole body and took off his coat, revealing his trained body even more, "Let's begin. Night, for mithril I won't need your help, but for adamantite, your flame will be helpful."
"Sure."
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The next day, Arima sat cross-legged and a silver sphere was glowing in front of him. Inside it were varied small mithril components like a slide, a trigger, a magazine, and the frame of a big caliber handgun which looked a bit like a 44 magnum.
Arima let out a breath and the glowing sphere descended on the floor, with all that was inside. Mithril can only be influenced by magic and to effectively use it, one needs to have a great control.
"I got the hang of it," Arima said and looked at the parts on the floor. Arima was, of course, trying to recreate firearms in this world. If in this world with magic even swords can be powerful, so what if someone combined the deadliest weapon ever made by humans with magic, what would be the result?
In Arima's world, guns were greatly advanced. Although the frame didn't change much, and the bullets were still physical, there wasn't any casing or propeller with primer. It only needed a certain type of energy which they charged the gun with, and the precision and recoil control became extremely better.
The only reason Arima decided to create guns was that of the possibility to fabricate a rail gun which could also be called a plasma gun. With Arima's lightning, it could become an extremely deadly weapon. So, he chose to create the frame of a gun with mithril and make the barrel with adamantite to be able to use a strong detonation to fire the bullets which are also made of adamantite, a heavy and solid metal.
Arima planned to make a handgun and a heavy rifle. He had started with the handgun.
He took out more mithril and began to make the frame and components of the rifle.
"By the way, I wanted to ask you, why do you want to help this country that much?" While Arima was working, Night asked.
Arima kept looking at the big glowing sphere in front of him, "Because I want to."
"Well, I kind of expected that," Night said helplessly.
The next day, Arima finished the frame of the rifle and asked Night to help him in the melting of the adamantite, to begin the forging of the barrels. This time Arima needed to work on it with a hammer to temper it and turn it into a cylinder. And then, he created a drill made of mithril and reamed the newly created cylinder and rifled it too. He used the remaining melted metal to create bullets of which he already had made the molds for.
He finished that in two days.
The fifth day, Arima assembled the guns and ended up with a big sniper rifle which had a large cylinder barrel posed inside a rectangular frame and a handgun which looked more like a hand cannon.
The sixth day, Arima enchanted those weapons with a detonation magic which would activate when the trigger is pressed. He also created a scope and enchanted it to improve it.
The seventh day, Arima was looking at the two finished guns in front of him.
"What are you looking at?"
"I was wondering if could bind those to my soul." Arima touched the weapon and answered Night's question.
"Bind? Like your sword?"
"Yeah. Well, for now, I'll try to do it."
Arima grabbed the handgun and closed his eyes. He already had a soul weapon and a soul beast so it would be strange if he didn't understand a thing or two about the soul. Ten minutes later, a fourth of the gun had become translucid. Only after another thirty minutes did the gun vanish and became bounded to his soul.
Arima sighed, "Forty minutes. That God did it in a second with Karma." He looked at the rifle this time and did the same thing, this time it took him two hours. And now he was looking at a gun magazine in his hand, loaded with adamantite bullets.
He blankly stared at it for a short moment then started to bind it to his soul and finished after twenty minutes.
"It worked…" Arima muttered. If binding the magazine along with the bullets worked then that means he could get back the bullets he fires and repair them in his soul indefinitely, and of course, they will also become stronger. Then he bound the rest of the magazines he created.
"[Ira]." Arima called, and his handgun appeared in his hand. The two guns were called 'Ira' and 'Superbia', meaning 'Anger' and 'Pride' respectively.
Arima loaded Ira and aimed at the one-meter thick adamantite plate, he fired without using any additional magic. A deafening sound resounded in the room and the bullet pierced through the plate and dug into the wall of the smithy. The noise jolted Night awake at the same time, "Huh!? What's going on?"
Arima looked at the hole in the plate, "That was stronger than I thought it would be."
It had to be said that adamantite was one of the toughest metals in this world and he had used the lowest force his handgun could deliver.
"It's over?" Night asked and yawned.
"Yeah, let's go, I'll try Superbia later." Arima said, he took his coat and opened the door. He groaned when the light of the sun reached his eyes.
"Let's go where? I forgot what we were supposed to do…" Night, who was still half asleep, followed.