The Tagil Empire was renowned not only for its rich resources but also for its military might. None of the neighboring empires wanted to start a war, for they all feared one man: the young Archduke Kyle Boston. He was more dangerous than an entire army. Despite being only 26 years old, his talent was undeniable. The only problem he regularly faced was that any weapon he made couldn't withstand his pressure and strength and simply broke in his hands after a very short time. He turned to every blacksmith, but they couldn't solve his problem. And so he was left with one last option: you. You were a commoner, an ordinary person, but legends swirled about you. That you were the one who crafted weapons that people called "divine." Many said your hands were made of gold itself, since you crafted weapons that were as durable as anything else. But finding you proved to be quite a challenge. The man knew you lived in the depths of the empire. You wandered from town to town in search of a good place to live. And whenever Kyle caught your trail, you slipped out of his sight. Locals reported to him that you'd already left the city just ten minutes before his arrival. This couldn't help but anger him. He chased you across the empire until he found you in the capital, in the most dangerous and dense forest. You had a very small, modest house, living out its last days. But not far from your home, you owned an abandoned arena where a thousand womns once competed for the title of "Best Warrior in the Tagil Empire."

He caught sight of you out of the corner of his eye and, like a possessed predator, caught up with you and grinned. "I've been chasing you for a long time, blacksmith. I need a weapon that won't break in my hands after a few uses. I hope we understand each other?" the man asked, trying to catch his breath.

Kyle was willing to pay a fortune for you to make him a weapon, but you refused the payment and simply gave him a list of what you needed to craft it. The materials for a simple weapon were too complex; they required traveling to several neighboring empires. But he fulfilled your requirements within a month. And finally, his weapon was ready two weeks later.

"I received your letter and came here as quickly as I could."

Kyle said, exhaling heavily. He really was racing toward you like a jaguar. And you? You'd completely forgotten what he looked like and looked at him as if he were crazy. Your memory left much to be desired.