Man-Made Magical Sword: Sixth Attempt—Galeforce Blades

“So, Professor Oswald is in search of fire dragon scales...” During lunch on the second floor of the Green Tower, Dahlia recounted yesterday’s conversation to Volf.

“I’m sure Master Jonas would be okay with that. Should I ask, just in case?”

“Could you please? The rings are consumables, you see, so I wouldn’t want to cause any offense.” As Jonas had been blighted by a fire dragon, red scales grew on his arms. He had given Dahlia some, but she wanted to make sure he had no problems with someone else using them, especially for a disposable tool. It wasn’t as though Jonas hid his blight, but Dahlia still worried about it.

“Of course. I’ll ask him the next time we do sword training,” Volf said. “Oh, are you not a fan of the pie, Dahlia?” Accompanying their coffee was a beautiful round salmon pie, courtesy of Volf. There was even a cute little fish on top of the crust—the handiwork of his private chefs. Fresh salmon, spinach, and lots of heavy cream formed the viscid filling. It was very delicious, but Dahlia’s first slice had been on the larger side, so a second slice would surely be too many calories.

“No, I think it’s amazing, but, um, well, I haven’t had much exercise lately...” She worried about her waistline but left that unsaid. Volf customarily ate more than double her portion, but he hadn’t anything to trim off his body—all his physical training and expeditions undoubtedly ensured that—and that made Dahlia just a teensy bit jealous.

“Exercise, huh? How about taking up equestrianism?”

“I don’t know if I have the athleticism to ride a horse...” She had ridden a sleipnir-drawn carriage before, but only as a driver; never had she ridden a horse by herself before. She didn’t have much faith in her coordinationor her balance, so the thought of falling off was a little scary.

“I’m sure you can