Reincarnated as a Son of the Sword Saint and the Sage

Chapter 228  Legendary Forge

"I know I am being too unreasonable and greedy, but I really wanted you to be my girlfriend, Sister. But before you can reject me, please hear me out first."

"...Fine. Let me hear your side."

"Thanks, Sister."

After letting out a long breath, I then looked at her in the eyes and casually said, "If I cannot have you right away, how about I court you and slowly win your heart?"

"Really, Raphael?" She sneered. "What can you even do or offer to persuade me?"

"Please wait a bit, Sister..."

After I told her that, I raised my right arm in the air and inserted it into my Inventory. When I pulled my arm out, there was a sheathed katana in my hand. Once it was completely pulled out, I gripped its scabbard and then thrust it forward.

"I know you still have a sword to swing, but I forged a new one for you. This is my apology gift for you, I guess? Please take this sword, Sister, and I am sorry."

"...Let me see it."

She stared at the sword before taking it for her to inspect. But once she unsheathed it and saw its blade, Sister's eyes opened wide, and her mouth slightly gaped. Once the blade was naked, she brandished the sword in the air, and its brilliant dark blue hue reflected the lights emitted by my lamp.

"Raphael... this blade is... It is blue, but a bit darker. It isn't actually an adamantite, right?"

"That is correct, Sister. As you can guess, the metal used to forge that blade is not adamantite. It is a new metal that I recently discovered, and it is called Ultramarine."

"? Discovered?" She raised a brow, still looking at the sword. "Care to explain?"

"Ultramarine was something I discovered out of curiosity. I was interested in the idea of how silver and gold evolve into mithrill and orichalcum, respectively, by exposing them to thick concentrations of mana for a long time. So I thought to myself, why not try it with superior metals?"

"But exposing a metal to thick mana takes a very long time for it to evolve. They said that it took centuries for silver to become a mithrill even inside the mana-riched Great Forest of Darkness. How could you even exponentially hasten the process if you really did an incredible feat like that?"

She was visibly fascinated by the sword and did not take her eyes off it as we talked. But anyway, let me satisfy her curiosity first.

"I already thought about that and even concluded that exposure to mana wasn't enough, so I came up with an idea. Instead of bathing it with mana, I injected the metal with mana itself."

"But how exactly?"

"It's not actually injecting though; rather, I have the metal absorb mana. The air isn't the only source for mana. The extra skill Blood Life might ring to you."

"Oh, wait." Upon being hit by a sudden realization, Sister jerked up. "Monsters contain mana, including their body parts. Blood Life absorbs blood, and blood was a part of the body. So you let a blade absorb floods of blood until it evolved?"

"You got it right, Sister. After sucking tuns of mana-rich monster blood to dry, the originally adamantite sword you are currently holding evolved into a superior metal."

*Note: 1 tun = 252 gallons = 954 liters*

Upon hearing my explanation, Sister removed her eyes from the sword and looked at me like an argus. She just heard something new in her vocabulary, so it caught her interest, and she was intriguingly curious about it.

"A metal superior to adamantite, you say? Adamantite is a legendary-grade metal, so this ultra-whatsoever you are talking about is a mythical-grade material? The same tier as the Violetite of Mother's legendary weapon?"

"Yeah, something like that," I wryly replied while averting my gaze.

"Are you saying that you actually forged a legendary-grade weapon?! And you just nonchalantly gave it to me as a gift?! Do you have any sense of value?!"

As soon as she said that, Sister put the sword on the mattress and launched herself at me. She gripped my shoulders and terribly shook my body.

"Woah there, Sister! Please calm down!"

In response, I thrust my hands out and tried to stop her. Due to how violently she shook my body, I could not determine where I thrust my hands or what direction they went. I initially intended to grab her shoulders, but my hands landed on the things that I should not be touching: her boobs!

(Oh, crap...)

Once my palms and fingers felt my Sister's softness, the turmoil suddenly came to a halt. Upon looking at a certain department, my fingers had been burying themselves in her ample charms.

"Where are you touching, Raphael?"

A cold voice rang out and reached my ears, asking me an obvious and natural question. Someone was inquiring, so I had to provide a response.

"Nowhere in particular." As I was casually replying to her, I then began enjoying myself by fondling her breasts symmetrically. "But you have nice racks, Sister. You have grown into a fine woman. I can clearly foresee you becoming like Mother in the near future."

"...Let go of my chest immediately. Or else I'll kill you." She coldly warned.

"No." I refused and then intensified my fondle of her boobs. "And let's stop this act, Sister. We both know why you are in my room."

"Are you still going with that? I said, Take your hands off my chest."

"Why would I? You are not even showing any resistance. You actually liked being molested by me deep down, don't you? Come on, Sister, can you please be more honest with yourself?"

"...Fine. Take your hands off, and I'll be honest with you."