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these weren’t her inventions.

Furthermore, in a country that already had carving knives that were held like pencils, she didn’t think it was fresh or new to make scalpels in the same manner.

‘If the blacksmiths who made scalpels even thought about it a little, they would have come up with it earlier.’

However, most of them were lacking in skill and made scalpels because they had no other choice when their other items didn’t sell.
In addition, being told that they would be held responsible for medical issues after selling the scalpel must have been a headache too.

Naturally, they wouldn’t have the desire or motivation to ponder while making scalpels.

“It was easy to think of this after looking at carving knives.
It’s nothing much.” (Aristine)

“No, no.
A very simple idea can make a big difference.”

Ritlen’s expression was very serious.

“When a product like this comes out, a lot of people go, ‘why didn’t I think of such a simple thing first?’.
But actually, being able to think of it is what’s amazing.”

“Hmm, that is true but…”

Aristine thought such people were amazing too.

However, this type scalpel was not something Aristine came up with but something she got straight from her previous life on earth so the more praise she got, the more embarrassed she felt.

Seeing Aristine’s awkwardness, Ritlen was once again in awe.

‘Her skill is amazing and she’s even humble too…’

Truly, the more he got to know her, the more amazed she got.
It felt like an honor just getting to work with her.

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《I will make you the best blacksmith on this continent.》

‘Seriously…’

Ritlen’s chest swelled with anticipation.

Back then, he wanted hope and he was overwhelmed by those words because Aristine saved him.
By the time he came to his sense, Aristine had already influenced him.

But frankly, it didn’t make sense to say that Aristine, someone who knew nothing about metalworking, would make him, someone who Volatun—the best blacksmith on the continent—had given up on, the best blacksmith on the continent.

But at this moment,

‘It might just become real.’

That thought arose in his mind.

With strong conviction.

* * *

“Hah, my lord.
Come this way.
I, Brodie, want to serve you tea.”

Tarkan’s golden eyes pierced through Brodie’s face.

Her cheeks flushed red, and her eyes turned hazy like she was in a dream.

A hot breath escaped from her lips but at that moment—.

“Kyaa!”

Brodie was pushed away violently and fell to the floor, unable to withstand Tarkan’s force.
She couldn’t get up right away and shrunk back.

As noble young miss, she had never experienced this before.
Her arms, her legs, her shoulders.
Every single thing hurt.
It would definitely become dark bruises.

“L-Lady Brodie!”

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The other handmaids were shocked and rushed to her.

“B-Blood…!”

Her carefully maintained fair arms were dripping with blood after scrubbing against the floor.

Just when the maids were standing around, not knowing what to do…

Step.

The sound of someone casually stepping away rang out.

Tarkan indifferently walked past Brodie who had fallen right in front of him.

“Your Highness…!”

One of the maids called Tarkan, as if to protest.

His golden eyes slowly turned to them.

The maids flinched but they couldn’t even avoid his gaze.
Their hearts pounded like crazy and the chill on their back was so cold that they were almost freezing.

Once again, Tarkan’s eyes moved away as indifferently as when he first looked at them.

Step, Step.

With every steady sound, he walked further and further away.
He never stopped walking even when the maid called, so their eyes must have met for only a moment.

But to them, that moment felt like an eternity.

Their arms were still covered in goosebumps.

The maids stared at Tarkan’s receding back, not even thinking of swallowing to moisten their dry mouths.

Complete disregard.
Tarkan didn’t even acknowledge them.

The faces of the maids instantly distorted.