Still inside the forge room, Christian kept his eyes on the metal as he hammered at it.
He couldn't afford a mistake — not now, halfway through.
And all the while, he was waiting for an answer from Anastasia.
He had already grown suspicious of the entire situation.
And he couldn't help but wonder if Anastasia had any other motives — ones she hadn't revealed yet.
It was then, as he remained absorbed in his thoughts, that Anastasia finally replied.
"Yes, I'm a blacksmith… far better than you."
And then, with a smile, she asked,
"Do you want me to teach you?"
Christian, hearing her offer, was actually tempted.
Someone of her strength teaching him directly... it could even possibly lead to faster progress than what he could get through the idle slot.
But it was only a brief interest.
He still believed he could achieve everything he set his mind to — without her help.
And now that he had confirmed her skill, his nonexistent trust in her had actually decreased.
