Novel & Cerita Blacksmithing Knowledge War Within

The Armory was called The Unbreakable Anvil or the Anvil for short. It wasn't the only blacksmith shop in the Capital, but it was the most famous and the only one set in the South District. The nobles made sure that the commoners wouldn't be armed. It was a law that they couldn't wield weapons. Only those permitted by the Emperor were allowed. I was a lucky exception. Nobles were also another exception. The leaders needed to protect themselves. At least that's what they told themselves.

Instead, they had honed fire and steel into their dominion, becoming artisans whose skill rivalled that of any noble warrior. The blacksmith who greeted her was one such man: broad-shouldered, his talons still gleaming sharp despite the soot ground into his skin. His hair was tied back, his arms blackened from years of labor, and his hammer rose and fell in a rhythm older than song. The anvil sang with every strike, ringing like a heartbeat through the chamber. "Your Highness," he rumbled once again, his deep voice respectful but steady, not fawning. "Royal company is rare here."

“How do you know we didn’t do it?” “They trained wolves as warriors and in healing and survival, things like trades are a waste of time in the long run. They’d probably pick up the knowledge as they age and with times always changing, there’s no point in trying to keep up with it all, especially with technology advancing at the rate it is. It’s a better strategic move to get the humans to do the renovations and keep you in the present so you can train your army and keep them in shape for the next war, battle, or whatever.”

Steve announced after a short while, waving a folder that contained the details regarding the blacksmith named Hefetus. "According to this record there was only one blacksmith that goes by that name, Hefetus, and his workshop happened to be famous at Brujeria. I guess that is how he got introduced to the Schoolmaster." He told his friends as he skimmed through the pages. In actuality, Hefetus was a fire-wielder warlock with a humble beginning. But eventually, he made a name for himself within the mage community thanks to his innovative ideas in creating weapons.

Still, the young blacksmith kept his head down and learned everything he could from the masters in the workshop. Within a year Kell set out east to take over the torium mine from lord Sienth. In addition to armed detachments, he also created engineering companies. He needed smiths to replenish and repair his weapons and his siege engines. Unfortunately for Jon, he was sent as one of the engineers to Kell's war machine.

(Eliza's POV) I stared at the blacksmith, surprised by his eager recognition. His professional demeanor had vanished. "Your designs," he explained, pointing to a workbench. "I've been waiting for more. The dual-purpose dagger blueprint was extraordinary." Relief washed over me. For a moment, I'd feared he recognized me from somewhere else. "I hadn't realized my design was so impressive," I said, maintaining my male disguise. The blacksmith's eyes lit up. "In thirty years of smithing, I've rarely seen such innovative work. My master was particularly intrigued."

Although he didn't say that he was dissatisfied, his grievance could be seen with the naked eye. Samuel could understand this. Everyone worked hard for some reasons. It was nothing more than money or fame. Even if they couldn't get it now, they still had to see and touch the future. However, as soon as they joined the army, they were used as blacksmiths, which was really chilling. "Everyone, I know that many of you look down on this industry. In your eyes, this is just a hard job, and you don't even have a way to promote it. But what I want to tell you is that you are wrong."

"It only knows the strike. It only knows the truth of the metal." He looked at the front row—a group of blacksmiths and silversmiths. "You know my father's name. Thomas Silas. You know the House of Aris has been selling you brittle steel and hollow gold for three years. I am the man who stayed in that 'dirt' to make sure the work remained true, even when my name was stolen."

Due to this, they are oftentimes discriminated against by other classes, resulting in them barely having any resources to use or a market to obtain anything they find useful. "Like us, Weapon Masters, they too opt to become blacksmiths, not because their ideas are radical likes ours, but because normal blacksmiths refuse to make anything for them." When Bladesmith said this, Kirou could picture what Arcane Summoners normally went through. In fact, he was slightly disgusted with how the other classes treated them when they came about as a means of protection but Kirou kept his cool.

It told us the war was not over, but it also told us we had the upper hand. The next days were busy and quiet at the same time. The pack house moved with a new rhythm. The healers worked long hours. The smiths repaired armor and sharpened blades. The witches rewove the wards and taught the younger ones how to keep them steady. The young fighters trained harder. The older ones watched and taught.