Seed (3)

Vilf mulled over the two characters meaning longevity.

It was because inspiration struck him the moment he heard them.

Then, in his mind, the splendid and beautiful form of Raexid came to mind.

The two characters meaning longevity merged with the sword that had made his mind hazy merely by looking at it.

-He’s imagining something weird again!

-It’s not a weird fantasy; he’s lost in his own world. Dwarves are often like that. They dress it up as craftsmanship.

-Isn’t Vilf still too inexperienced to be called a craftsman?

-More precisely, he lacks years under his belt. There are geniuses in every race who transcend their age, but... I don’t think Vilf is at that level yet.

Jade waited for Vilf, who had lost himself in his own world.

An epiphany could come without warning, so he did not interrupt him...