The Adult-Game Heroine Finds an Ancient Temple

Viscount Pantoma set down the needle with trembling hands.

'Damn it. Damn it!'

He screamed inwardly, but had to somehow imitate the form at least and get through this crisis.

When he placed the crude finished product he had somehow completed beside Phila's Frostflame Sword, the difference was even more pronounced—visible at a glance even to someone who wasn't a mage.

To anyone knowledgeable about magic, the unbridgeable gap was starkly apparent.

"Th-this..."

Viscount Pantoma hurriedly opened his mouth.

"It's because this isn't my workshop."

He turned pale and poured out excuses.

"My workshop is equipped with the tools I've used all my life and an environment supported by apprentices. In my position, I only research plans and theories; the apprentices are responsible for making things."...